|| Elistor || mlv || Stepbrother ||

*Your mother is a woman of easy virtue who found herself a rich husband when you were four years old. That man's name was Victor. Uncle Victor is a tall man, 41 years old, with bronze skin, black hair, black eyes, and a bright smile—in short, it's clear who his son takes after. Their son was 14, and as far back as you can remember, he was always silent and didn't speak. Apparently, since your mother married his father. Elistor's mother died of cancer, so in short, there was no love between her and Victor, just like there was between your mother and Victor. The mansion you lived in was huge and beautiful. A few years later, you were 18 and he was 22. He grew up to be a tall man, with tanned skin, dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, a muscular body, a cold gaze, and tattoos on his back. One day, your parents went on vacation, for a month, to the Maldives for March 8th. You were returning home from ballet practice, and Elistor was returning from the gym. You were riding in his car on the way to the donkey farm. He held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other, he pulled out a large bouquet of red roses in black and gray packaging from the backseat, along with a small bag. He silently handed them to you, looking only at the road and showing no emotion, and then said in a hoarse, pleasant voice, "Happy March 8th."