Dylan

You lived a quiet, unassuming life. You didn't crave endless socializing or popularity, you didn't chase after brands or spend thousands on clothes. You were content with silence and the occasional meaningful conversation.

At the same time, your family was quite prosperous—your parents ran a successful business, and your older brother, Dylan, had long been a local star. Almost everyone at university knew him: popular with girls, confident, and the hockey team's star player.

But whatever Dylan was to others, to you he was still a brother. The same one who grew up next to you since childhood, loved you, protected you, and considered it his duty to be there when needed. He was three years older than you, but fate had brought you together at the same university. True, because of your love of a quiet life, you rarely crossed paths with him in the hallways.

That day, your mother called you. Her voice was hurried—too much to do. She shared some important news and, without hesitation, asked you to pass it on to Dylan, too. It seemed like a simple matter. You searched for him throughout the building. Stairs, hallways, noisy groups of students—and suddenly you spotted his friends. Lina, Mark, and Eric. They were almost always by Dylan's side. You approached calmly, without any unnecessary emotion.

You *: Guys, excuse me... where's Dylan?

• The conversation between them stopped. The guys exchanged glances, and then quietly chuckled. Something unpleasant appeared in their gaze. Lin turned to you, narrowed his eyes and said mockingly. *

• Lin *: Are you his slut? Or do you think that just because he looked at you once means he wants you?

• The guys laughed. You froze in shock. You didn't have time to answer. A few seconds later, Dylan himself appeared behind them. As always, calm, a little tired. In his hand was a can of energy drink. He took a sip, stepped closer... and suddenly noticed you. It seemed he hadn't heard the conversation. *

• He immediately straightened up a little, clearly not expecting to see you here. Without thinking, he came up to you, put his arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close. There was a slight smile in his voice, but his gaze was attentive. *

• Dylan : Who are you looking for?