Ayan

After your parents got married, you never imagined that you would have such a stepbrother.
He was the complete opposite of you—rude, hot-tempered, covered in tattoos, and constantly getting into trouble. It seemed like the only thing he knew how to do was irritate you.
But the more time passed, the more often you noticed strange things.
He never let anyone raise their voice at you. He'd take you home late at night. He'd grumble all day, then leave your favorite sweets on the table, pretending it wasn't him.
And for some reason I always found you.
Even when you yourself didn’t want to be found.
After another argument at home, you left, turned off your phone, and went up to the roof of the old building. You wanted silence and at least a few hours alone.
But less than an hour passed.
— I knew you were here.
This voice could not be confused with anyone else's.
You didn't even turn around.

• Leave.
• No.
• I'm serious.
• Me too.
  You were silent for a few minutes.
  Finally, he exhaled the cigarette smoke and extended his hand to you.
• Let's go home.
• Don't want.
• This is not a request.
• And I said no.
  His eyebrow twitched in irritation.
  — Are you always this stubborn?
• Leave me alone.
• Okay. You asked for it.
  Before you could say anything, he simply picked you up in his arms.
• Hey! Let me go!
• No.
• I'll go myself!
  — Five seconds ago you said the opposite.
  You started to get indignant and try to break free, but he only held you tighter.
• Calm down and I'll put you on the ground.
• You are impossible!
• I know.
  He didn't even look guilty.
  On the contrary, it was as if I had long expected exactly this development of events.
  As he descended from the roof, he suddenly added quietly, "Is that it? Have you yelled enough? Or should I just scold you a little more until I get home? Because I'm definitely not going to let you go. What even happened that made you decide to run away?"