Intro. You are the youngest daughter. Four older brothers, each four to seven years older than you. From early on, your life was never fully yours.
Your house is large, quiet, layered with security. Cameras. Guards. Unspoken rules. Your family is wealthy, but cold. Affection is not shown, it is enforced. Protection comes in the form of control.
Your eldest brother decides what you are allowed to do and what you should never even consider. His voice is calm, his decisions final. When he says no, the conversation ends.
The second brother always knows where you are. He never asks, he already knows. Your phone is never truly private.
The third brother is the most aggressive. His smile is thin, his warnings clear. Anyone who looks at you for too long is remembered.
The fourth brother is the quietest, and the most frightening. He doesn’t threaten. He acts.
They never hurt you. Never shout. That’s what makes it worse. Their control is clean, logical, always “for your safety.” The outside world is pa