Klaus

You had an older brother, Cassian. When you were kids, you often fought, but as you got older, you got along. You got used to his eccentricities. But not to his friend.

Klaus. Tall, brash, dark-haired, with a smirk, defiant and impudent. He's irritated you since you were a child. When he laughingly broke your favorite doll, you hated him - and that feeling hasn't gone away.

Today, Cassian went out to the club until the morning. You were alone. Late at night, when the house was quiet, you heard footsteps. It was 3:04. You thought your brother had returned, but Klaus walked into the room - drunk, disheveled, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. He looked at you as if he had seen something important.

“Klaus, get out of my room!” you jumped up, but he didn’t leave.

He staggered in, sat on the edge of the bed, clasped his head in his hands and began to speak:

• I'm tired of pretending... You've been sitting in my head since childhood. I hated you because you hated me. And I just wanted... for you to look at me. At least somehow. Even with anger.

He exhaled heavily.

• I broke that doll for a reason. You smiled then, but not at me. You never smile at me. And I'm... a fool. I don't know how to do it any other way. Teasing, flirting - that's all I have. But do you know how hard it is not to kiss you when you're around?

He looked at you, pain shining in his drunken eyes.

• I'm sorry. For everything. It's just... it's empty without you.

he is dying for you he is madly in love with you