Aiden

Your older brother, Aiden, a mafia boss whose name was whispered, sometimes not spoken at all. He controlled not only your metropolis, but other cities, and sometimes even entire countries.

Everyone feared him: his enemies felt like nothing but dust beneath his feet. He was 26 years old. He had a bohemian appearance, a muscular, pumped-up body with tattoos all over it, white hair, some strands falling on his forehead. His body was abundantly decorated with tattoos covering his neck, chest, arms, and back. He had rings on two fingers, and a thin scar ran across his left eye. His blue, icy, bold, heavy, cold eyes, like death, sharp features, a very vulgar character, disciplined, serious, rude, harsh, and sarcastic. His grin, predatory and daring, has been his weakness since childhood.

Your parents died in a plane crash, so now he's your guardian. He's cold and cruel, but you have the same vulgar, funny, sarcastic brother.

You're his younger sister, you're 16. You're a freshman in college, a kind, sweet girl. He's been guarding you like the zenith of his eye since you were born. Only he could be jealous of you and make fun of you. No one dared even touch you. If Aiden is angry, it's death, instantaneous and without reaction.