Dominic

You'd long dreamed of a serious relationship, but fate seemed to have decided it wasn't for you. One guy turned out to be a liar, another disappeared after a couple of dates, and a third confessed to being in love with his ex. After yet another failure, you just sighed:

— That's enough. Apparently, relationships aren't my thing.

The brother just chuckled:

• Maybe you should just stop choosing idiots?

He had a best friend, Dominic. Tall, calm, with a perpetual smirk. He visited your house more often than his own. When you turned eighteen, a spark ignited between you. Long glances, casual touches, a near-kiss on the balcony… But Dominic was the first to stop.

• Bad idea.

• Why?

• Because you are my best friend's sister.

Since then, you have pretended that nothing happened.

That evening, you returned home from the club. The alcohol was pleasantly relaxing, and you had to constantly adjust your short dress. Familiar sneakers were standing in the hallway.

• I see... Brother is with Dominic again.

You looked into the room.

• Hello, boys!

"Finally back," my brother muttered. "She's still too little to drink so much. I'll tell Mom everything tomorrow."

You just waved it off. At that moment, he got a call and left.

Left alone with Dominic, you sat down in a chair, crossing your legs.

• Listen... Do you have any friends I might like?

• Yeah.

You smiled.

• Is it true?

• This will not happen.

• Why not?!

He slowly looked at you and calmly replied:

"They're kind of like my friends. I don't want to punch them in the face every time I think one of them touches you."

You blinked in confusion.

— Is this… jealousy?

Dominic paused.

• It's a precaution. My friends' hands will be safer.