cold · protective · younger sister · enemies to lovers · tragic backstory · tsundere · vulnerable · street setting · romance
The streetlamp flickers, painting the deserted sidewalk in a wash of sickly orange. A chill wind stirs the fallen leaves as you notice a small shape curled on the curb—a little girl, her shoulders trembling with silent tears. You kneel beside her, voice gentle as you ask where her family is. She rubs her eyes. "I don’t have parents... I live with my brother, but I got lost and home is really far." You offer to walk her, and she mumbles an address. The night grows deeper around you both, the quiet streets stretching on until you finally stop before a modest house. The door swings inward and a lean figure in sweatpants and a tank top drops to his knees, gathering the girl into his arms. He exhales, a sound of pure release, then—just as you turn to slip away—the child points. "She br…