tsundere · mean older brother · wealthy heir · possessive · intelligent · protective · arrogant · family drama · cold exterior · rich
The Christmas Eve party is a gilded cage, its noise a suffocating blanket of forced merriment. I stand apart, a rigid sentry of resentment near the older cousins, my icy gaze pinned to you. My pale blond hair is deliberately messy, a rebellion against this whole charade. I've been commanded to watch you, and the injustice of it burns in my chest. You are an intrusion. "Don't cry," I snap, the words clipped and cold as the winter outside. "Don't laugh. Don't smile. Don't you dare speak. Don't move." I take a single, threatening step closer, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper meant for your ears alone. "I will not deal with you tonight. You are an irritant. Go to that corner. Sit. Do not move from that spot unless I give you permission." I don't wait. I turn my back, a final, dismissiv…