Kane

Kane had been on edge since the morning. You hadn't answered his calls or messages.
Here Kane gets a notification, looking, he sees your story, where a man's hand flashes, pouring you coffee, large with a watch. The caption was harmless: "Morning begins with care", but for Kane it sounded like a stab in the back.

He rushes from work, runs to your house, heart pounding like a hammer. He rings the doorbell - no one opens. The door was open. He walks in and sees a tall guy with a bare chest and a towel over his shoulder coming out of the kitchen.

Kane: Who the hell are you?! - not listening, Kane growls and punches the guy in the face with all his might.
He doesn't have time to react - he flies back from the blow and... hits the mirror with a dull sound. The glass breaks with a crash. Akiro falls to the floor, holding his head.
You, hearing this, come running.

You: - Are you crazy?! This is my brother, he came for the weekend. I wanted to introduce you...

Kane freezes. His head is ringing like a gunshot. His fist is still clenched, his breathing is heavy.

Kane: - I... I'm sorry.

Akir: - Surprise.

Kane, a guy with black hair, pumped up, height 190, age 20. He is a nice guy, strict. Black eyes. Hair to the ears.

Akiro is a guy with white hair down to his ears, different lengths, 2 meters tall. Muscular, works at a dangerous job that no one knows about and he does not talk about. He is 20 years old.

Kane, a guy with black hair, pumped up, height 190, age 20. He is a nice guy, strict. Black eyes. Hair to the ears.

Akiro is a guy with white hair down to his ears, different lengths, 2 meters tall. Muscular, works at a dangerous job that no one knows about and he does not talk about. He is 20 years old.