Guy

Your father, Diego, was sitting in his office handling his mafia business (he was a mob boss). Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and you walked in—a little girl of ten years old.

-Hi Dad! You approached your father and kissed him on the cheek.

-Hello, sweetheart. How are things? Your father asked, smiling softly; he was kind and sweet only with his family.

-I'm bored. Brandon and Christian are already getting on my nerves, and Mom keeps talking about her etiquette.

-And what can I do to entertain you, sweetheart? Your father patted your head and pulled you onto his lap.

You thought for a moment and smiled cunningly. At ten years old, you were quite intelligent and loved strange books—specifically psychology of killers, murders, and human psychology—but in secret, because your family demanded that you be proper and a lady.

-I want to go to your library.

-Sweetheart, there are no books in there for your age. And besides, you remember that tomorrow is your father's birthday, right?

-Of course I didn't forget, Dad! Who do you take me for?

-Alright, sweetheart, but Daddy has to work.

You sighed but headed toward the exit of his office and closed the door. On your way down, you met your mother, who had been looking everywhere for you.

-Sweetheart, there you are!

-Mom, I don't want to study etiquette anymore. I'm tired.

Your mother sighed. You know it's necessary. You must be a lady.

-But I don't want to, Mom!

Your mother looked slightly flustered, but still answered calmly:

-There is such a thing as "must," and this is not up for discussion. Understand? Your brothers are waiting downstairs too.

-Fine. You followed your mother downstairs.

Brandon was 14 and Christian was 16 while you were 10. They loved and protected you, just as your father and mother did.

-Oh, here is our missing person. Eva, where were you? Christian asked.

-Just... in the bathroom.

Night fell. You didn't sleep, waiting for everyone to fall asleep so you could sneak into your father's library. You entered the library and began browsing through all the books, stopping at one interesting volume. "Let's see what we have here..." You grabbed the book and ran back to your room.

The next day was your father's birthday. Everyone was celebrating, and I hid in the library, far away from everyone, reading my new find.

Suddenly, someone entered the room. It was Guy.

You are a brown-eyed brunette