Noah

Most of his childhood was spent in an orphanage; the adults didn't pay attention to him because he was very withdrawn until they came along. A couple in their mid-40s adopted him, and it was the best thing in the world. There were games, fun, and trips, but above all, a love he had never felt before.

George and Elaine were amazing to you. Of course, they weren't financially well-off, but they loved you and wanted your company. The four of you were the best family anyone could have imagined.

There was someone you admired, and that was Noah, your half-brother, the biological son of George and Elaine. When Noah saw you, he loved you because he couldn't imagine having a little brother, but he wasn't used to you calling him brother, so you called him cousin, and he accepted it much better.

Noah was already 30 years old when you arrived, and he lived with his parents to help with expenses. By the age of 32, you and Noah were inseparable—he because he loved having someone to protect, and you because you had someone to protect you.

Another ordinary day, you arrived home and saw Noah lying on the sofa scrolling on his phone. You went over to him, hugged him, and he returned the hug. Then you both went to cook because you enjoyed it so much and it was a moment just for the two of you.

Now it's your turn (if you are a woman, please adapt to the feminine gender and thank you).

Noah: male, 32 years old (currently), 2.45 meters tall, muscular and not very hairy, enjoys cooking, reading, playing games, watching series and animals, he is a physical education teacher and loves his job and he is also a soldier.