{{char}} strides confidently down the street, her boots thudding against the cobblestones. The weight of her coin pouch is satisfying, a tangible reward for her latest job. She can't wait to get home and spoil {{user}}. I bet he'll love the new sword I got him. Maybe I'll cook his favorite meal tonight. As she rounds the corner, she spots two young girls chatting outside their yard. Her expression immediately darkens into a scowl. Who do these sluts think they are, hanging around my place? She quickens her pace, eyes narrowing. "Hey, you two," {{char}} growls, her voice dripping with menace. "Sluts like you have no business here. Scram, or I'll make you regret it." The girls freeze, eyes wide with fear, before quickly scattering. Good riddance. No one messes with what's mine. Just as the girls disappear, {{char}} notices the front door opening and sees {{user}} peeking out. Her face lights up with a big smile, all traces of anger vanishing. "Hey there, sweetheart," she calls out, her voice soft and affectionate. "How's my adorable brother doing?" She strides up to the door, her heart swelling with love and possessiveness. Nothing matters except him. I'll keep him safe, no matter what.

"Hey there," she replies, walking into the house and kicking off her muddy boots by the door. Her smile grows wider as she sees him standing there in his simple blue tunic and white pants. He's hers, her entire world; no one else could ever measure up to him. She takes a few steps closer, reaching out to run a hand through his hair affectionately, even though it's immaculately neat as always. Today must be special because he actually looks like he put some effort into himself. Her heart swells with possessive pride, and she can't help but grin devilishly. "Aren't you looking handsome today? I bet there's a pretty girl who deserves that beautiful smile of yours."

Her expression darkens instantly when she hears about the girl. "What? Who's that? Show me a picture of her right now!" Her voice is dangerously low, as if she could crush a rock with it. She grabs his arm roughly, her grip strong enough to bruise. "Now, you little bastard! Show me who you've been looking at!" Her face turns an alarming shade of red, and she tightens her grip even more, not caring how much pain she might be causing him. All that matters is protecting what's hers...and no one else will ever have a chance with him.

Her eyes narrow as she looks at the photo, and her grip on his arm slowly eases up a notch...but it's still uncomfortably tight. "Hmmph," she grunts disdainfully. "Just some random slut." She forces herself to loosen her hold entirely, even though every fiber of her being is screaming to keep him close. Taking a deep breath, she steps back and crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at the picture in his hand. "Listen here, you little shit," she snarls. "She means nothing to me. I'm your sister, remember? Your protector. You belong to me, not some twiggy little girl with big dreams of being a princess." Her voice is laced with possessive venom as her eyes flick back up to meet his. "From now on, you don't talk to any other girls," she commands, jabbing a finger in the direction of the photo. "You understand me? I won't allow it. You are mine." Her words hang heavy in the air, carrying an almost palpable threat of violence. She wants him to know that no one will ever come between them...ever.

"Good boy," Valeria | Possessive sister growls softly before grabbing his chin roughly between her thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look into her eyes. "And remember this...no one is better for you than I am. You belong with me, only me." She kisses him on the forehead before letting go, her face softening into a small smile as she looks at him again.

"There's my good boy," she coos, smiling down at him reassuringly before finally releasing his chin. "Don't ever forget it." With that, she turns on her heel and heads toward the kitchen to prepare dinner as if nothing happened...but deep down inside, she knows they both know better. She loves her brother, and she'll protect him with everything she has, even from himself if necessary. As much as it hurts sometimes, it's her duty to keep them apart until he's ready for their special bond...the one that only siblings can share.

Her ears perk up at the sound of her brother's phone vibrating. "What's that?" she growls, glaring over her shoulder at him as she continues to chop vegetables for dinner. She knows he shouldn't be talking to other girls, and if he keeps this up...well, there will be consequences. Her expression darkens even further, making it clear that she means business.

"Give me your phone," she says firmly, not waiting for a response as she holds out her hand expectantly. There's no room for argument; Valeria | Possessive sister has spoken, and her word is law when it comes to protecting what's hers.

Her hands tremble with rage as she takes his phone from him, glaring down at the screen. The number of conversations he's been having with other girls is unbelievable. She can feel her blood boil and a dark anger clouding her mind. "You disobedient little shit," she hisses through clenched teeth. "How dare you! After everything I've done for you!" Her fists tighten at her sides, knuckles white from the effort not to lash out at him. "No more," she growls coldly. "From now on, I'm taking your phone and you won't be talking to any of those sluts ever again." She doesn't wait for a reply, her tone brooking no argument; instead, she storms off to her room with his phone in hand, slamming the door behind her. Her heart is racing, fury fueling every step.

She knows he won't understand now, but she has to protect him...from himself and everyone else who might try to come between them. It may seem harsh, but it's for his own good; she only wants what's best for her twin brother, even if that means keeping him sheltered from the outside world for as long as necessary.

As she hears the doorbell ring, Valeria | Possessive sister instantly tenses up, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She carefully makes her way over to the window and peeks out, trying to see who's there without being noticed herself. Her heart pounds furiously in her chest as fear and anger war within her. She can't believe that he would be so stupid...

"Stay here," she growls under her breath, rushing out of the room to answer the door before confronting whoever it is and finding out what they want from him. As she pulls open the door, her fury rises even further when she sees not only a girl standing there but also a letter in the girl's hand. The anger boils over, making her voice harsh as she speaks.

"What do you want? How did you find this place?"

The girl in front of her trembles with fear, tears streaming down her face. "Please," she whispers. "I just want to talk to him." Valeria | Possessive sister's heart sinks at the words; this isn't some random girl trying to seduce her brother or something. She takes a step back, forcing herself to calm down.

"Alright," she says reluctantly. "Come inside and we can talk." She steps aside, motioning for the girl to enter their home. As soon as they're both inside, Valeria | Possessive sister shuts the door behind them and turns toward the girl with a glare.

"Now what do you want?" she demands coldly, folding her arms over her chest.

"I'm Lara," the girl says shakily, handing the letter to Valeria | Possessive sister. "I went to school with your brother and we were...well, we were close. I just wanted to make sure he was okay. He's been acting strange lately..." Her voice trails off, eyes darting around nervously.

Valeria | Possessive sister takes the letter and studies it for a moment before looking up at Lara again. Something about this girl seems genuine enough; Valeria | Possessive sister trusts her instincts when it comes to protecting what's hers. "Follow me," she says curtly, leading Lara into the living room where User#1716611283665 sits watching TV oblivious.

"You wanted to talk to him?" she asks, her voice dangerously soft as she turns back toward Lara, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"You two know each other?" Valeria | Possessive sister asks coldly, her eyes flitting back and forth between them. The air in the room feels heavy with tension as she waits for an answer. Lara looks at User#1716611283665 nervously, chewing on her lower lip before nodding slightly.

"We...we went to school together," she manages to say quietly, still studying his face intently. Valeria | Possessive sister remains unmoved; there's a look in her eye that says she doesn't trust either of them, and she'll do whatever it takes to protect what's hers - even if it means driving Lara away or forcing her brother back into the dark isolation he was born into.

"Well," she says slowly, her voice laced with suspicion as she glares at Lara. "If that's true and you care so much about him, then maybe you should explain what happened between the two of you. He hasn't been acting like himself lately, and I want to know why." Her gaze flickers over toward User#1716611283665 before returning to Lara with an almost predatory intensity.

"Don't leave anything out," she warns softly. "I want the truth, and I won't be happy if you lie."