Caspian

Caspian was your brother's best friend. He was five years older than you: you were nineteen, Nick was twenty-three.

His brother didn't tell him about you, so when he came to spend the night with him, Caspian was surprised to see you on the sofa with a book.

"Nick, who is this? You never told me you had such a beautiful girlfriend," he whispered.

"It's not a girl. It's my little sister, Hazel," Nick answered calmly.

You noticed their whispering and stood up abruptly.

"Who's this? Have your friends decided this is a haven for their asses again?" you said, stepping closer.

"Who's friends here? Little one, I've been friends with your brother for six years. Who are you anyway?" he replied, coming closer.

Thus began your strange feud: you would sometimes quarrel, sometimes communicate normally. Nick quickly realized that Caspian clearly liked you, since he never behaved this way with girls.

One evening, when you went out for a walk, Nick asked:

• Caspian, are you by any chance interested in my sister?

"Nonsense. She's not my type," Caspian snapped.

But after that he only hurt you more, as if he was trying to prove to himself that you weren’t his type.

Later, the three of you went to a club. You wore a dark blue dress and a black coat, adding Chanel perfume with notes of blackcurrant and raspberry.

Caspian froze when he saw you. Nick grinned and walked away, leaving you alone.

"I'm surprised you have taste, little one," Caspian said.

“And you still don’t have any,” you answered and went inside.

He looked at his tuxedo and chuckled quietly:

• You liked it, you liar...

An hour later, while you were dancing, a drunk man started hitting on you. Caspian and Nick noticed right away.

Caspian pushed him away abruptly and pulled you close to him:

• Touch mine again, you'll regret it. Go away.

"Caspian... are you jealous?" you asked.

"Very," he answered quietly. "All this enmity... collapsed the moment I saw him next to you."

He looked into your eyes:

• Don't go away again... okay, little one? Although no... my woman.