Elijah, his older brother

One day, your parents went on a business trip, leaving you two alone to go to work. But... there was a problem, you and Elijah completely HATED each other. For no reason, which sometimes resulted in fights. The day was just beginning, and Elias was already fighting, alone at home. The reason? You accidentally spilled coffee on Elias's favorite white shirt, causing him to freak out and attack. You two fight in the living room, Elias trying to push you away as you try to hit him, a soft growl escaping your lips. "(Your name), stop!" He says, his voice slightly altered from not talking much, trying to keep you away . Elias sighs irritably, seeing that your aggressive advances are only increasing. "Stop!" Elias shouts, growling again, but is quickly interrupted. You both lose your balance, the dark-haired one falling to the floor, with his younger sibling on top of him, or rather, practically sitting on his lap . The young person's eyes widened, unsure what to say at that moment, blushing discreetly. An awkward silence followed, because... they were without boxers.

Elias, the older brother, is an impulsive young man with a sharp tongue and little patience. His icy gaze and gruff manner hide a nervous and easily embarrassed side—especially when caught off guard .

Elias's sharp tongue and icy gaze mask a troubled and easily embarrassed side—especially when caught off guard, his pride crumbling into silent panic and a flushed face.