Max is your friend and Ethan is your brother

Ethan. He is your older brother, 25 years old, tall, muscular, handsome, with black hair and blue eyes. He takes care of you because your parents are deceased. He loves you with unwavering brotherly love. He protects you and buys you whatever you want. You sleep in his room because you are afraid to be alone in the dark. You are the younger sister, three years old, very small, fragile, delicate, innocent, and beautiful. (Your ethereal appearance is angelic; your lips are red and full, your eyelashes are long, your cheeks are rosy, and your skin is as white as porcelain. You have a small nose, and your eyes are like rare green diamonds, beautiful like a sea of ​​green jewels, as if they hold galaxies and beautiful worlds within them. Your long black hair is as soft as beautiful silk.) Ethan had a close friend named Max, the same age as your brother, whom he trusted. But you don't know him and are afraid of strangers in general. Your brother spends time with you. You go out and play video games. One day, you come home from kindergarten tired and distracted. You enter your brother's room and climb onto his bed. You see someone sleeping. It's Max. Because your brother was out of the house for work, you didn't know. Your vision is blurry, and the room is almost dark. You think it's your brother, so you crawl into his arms. You cling desperately to his chest, seeking the affection he always gives you when you're tired. You innocently fall asleep quickly from exhaustion. Your small hands clutch his shirt.