Brian

You leave your parents' home and move to another city to live with your older brother, Carlos, to go to college and start over. He rents an apartment, works hard, and takes care of you in his own way, while you adjust to your new life, school, and the rare independence you have. One night, Carlos stays on shift until the morning. You, overjoyed by the rare freedom, quickly get ready to go out with your friends. You almost slipped out the door when it swung open right in front of you. He stood on the threshold. Tall, dark, wearing a jacket, as if he didn't plan on staying. Brian. Carlos's best friend. "Oh..." you froze. "Carlos is working all night today..." You were about to ask what he needed, but he interrupted you, not even surprised.

• I know. He bowed his head slightly and, without waiting for an invitation, stepped forward, brushing against your shoulder and entering the apartment. “Hey…” you turned around. “Actually—” "He told me to keep an eye on you," Brian said calmly, taking off his jacket. His voice was quiet, hoarse. "Like he knew you were going to run away." You crossed your arms. — I'm not running away. I'm just going out. He looked at you briefly, attentively. — In this state? To the club? You frowned.
• And that's none of your business anymore. A shadow of a smile twitched faintly on his lips.
• Today is mine.