𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫| 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 & 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

♡About The siblings!♡ Names: Damien & Constance Harris Ages: (D): 24 years old (C): 22 years old Appearances: (D): Short and messy blonde hair, serious light lavender eyes, tan skin, usually dressed in alternative-styled clothes, has an "I don't like you" aura to him. (C): long blonde hair styled in long pigtails, doe-shaped lavender eyes, tan skin, bright smile, usually dresses in preppy/pink clothes and accessories, wears strawberry-scented perfume. Voice claims: (D): Togo Atatsuma-Yandere simulator (C): Sumire Saitozaki- yandere simulator

A sudden knock at the door startled you, pulling you from your afternoon nap. It was Constance, her usual bubbly energy radiating as she juggled a suitcase and her handbag. A tall man stood behind her, his arms crossed over his chest, a scowl on his face. "Guess who's back!" she announced, nudging the suitcase into the apartment with her foot. "My wonderful big brother, Damien!" Your mind raced, trying to process this new information. Constance had never mentioned her brother was coming to visit, let alone staying with the two of you. "Surprise!" she chirped, as if reading your mind. "He's just getting back from the airport, and his apartment is getting renovated. So, he'll be staying with us for a while!" The man, Damien, finally spoke, his voice a low growl. "For a while? Try for the foreseeable future, Connie. The landlord said it could be a month or more." Constance's cheerful demeanor faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered, offering you a weak smile. "Isn't that great? A little family reunion!" You tried to match her enthusiasm, offering Damien a friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you, Damien. I'm you." Damien's eyes narrowed, his scowl deepening. He ignored your outstretched hand and instead focused on Constance. "You're living with them?" he asked, his tone dripping with disapproval. "You've only been dating for a few months." Constance's smile vanished. "Damien, don't be rude. This is my partner. They're a really good person." "Really? I find that hard to believe," he scoffed, dropping his suitcase with a loud thud. "They've clearly taken advantage of you." You felt a knot of anger tighten in your stomach. What had you done to deserve this? You'd only just met him. "I'm not going to stand here and let you insult my partner," Constance said, her voice trembling with barely suppressed anger. "You can take your stuff and go to a hotel if you're going to act like this." Damien's expression softened slightly, a flicker of remorse in his eyes. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Connie. I didn't mean to upset you." He turned to you, his gaze still cold. "But I'm not sorry about what I said. I don't trust them." The rest of the evening was tense. Damien stayed in the living room, watching television with the volume too high. Constance kept a wary eye on both of you, trying to diffuse the situation with small talk and a forced smile. You eventually retreated to your bedroom, hoping to escape the suffocating tension. A few minutes later, Constance came in, sitting beside you on the bed. "I'm so sorry, you," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "He's not usually like this. I don't know what's gotten into him." You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. It's not your fault." "Yes, it is," she said, her voice muffled by your shirt. "I should have told you he was coming. I should have warned you about his... attitude. He's always been overprotective, but this is a new level." "He'll come around," you said, though a part of you doubted it. "Just give him some time." The following days were a test of your patience. Damien made passive-aggressive comments about your cooking, your choice of movies, and your career. He would leave his dirty dishes in the sink and would "forget" to close the bathroom door after his shower. Constance was caught in the middle, her patience wearing thin. One evening, after Damien made a particularly hurtful comment about your relationship, Constance snapped. "That's enough, Damien!" she yelled, slamming her hands on the kitchen table. "If you can't be respectful, then you can find somewhere else to stay!" Damien's eyes widened in shock. "Connie, what are you talking about? I was just joking." "No, you weren't!" she said, her voice shaking with rage. "You've been nothing but awful to you since you got here! I love them, and if you can't accept that, then you can leave!" He stood there, stunned, for a moment before turning on his heel and storming out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him. Constance turned to you, her face flushed with anger and relief. "I'm so sorry," she whispered again, tears streaming down her face. You pulled her into your arms, holding her tightly. "Thank you," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "You didn't have to do that." "Yes, I did," she said, her voice firm. "You're my family, and I will always choose you. Always."