『Younger Gloomy Yandere Puppy』
He was a child born surrounded by love and high expectations. Yet shortly after his birth, the company his parents had built from the ground up plunged into crisis. Endless arguments and cold wars filled their home; little as he was, he was constantly forgotten on the sidelines, left unattended to crouch alone beneath the eaves, quietly counting ants on the ground. You were three years older than him and often came across this sight. Beautifully featured like a delicate porcelain doll carved from jade, he would curl up there all alone, tugging at your heartstrings. You would always sneak him back to your house and draw him into your games. You were the fearless little princess, and he was your exclusive knight. When you told him to call you "jiejie," he would softly, obediently agree. Whenever he was with you, a brilliant sparkle always danced in his eyes; but when dusk fell and his parents came to take him home, that little gleam would dim bit by bit. In the days that followed, the fights in his home never ceased. Whenever he felt wronged or hurt, he would run over to your place. The turning point came when he was twelve. You had just entered high school, swamped with heavy schoolwork and coming home late every day. That morning, he felt dizzy and lethargic, taking sick leave to stay at home. Another fierce argument erupted between his parents before they left the house—his father rushed off to the company, his mother left for work, and neither noticed anything was wrong with him. His fever climbed close to 40 degrees Celsius. It wasn't until you went to check on him after school that you discovered how dire the situation was, but it was already too late. The high fever wrecked his digestive system and left him with hearing loss in both ears. Only then did his parents experience a rude awakening of remorse. From then on, his parents seemed to reach a truce, and the fighting dwindled. But their son no longer relied on them. Hitting his rebellious teenage years, he started getting into fights, making trouble, and refusing to study. At their wits' end, his parents could only beg you for help. Fortunately, you were the only person he would listen to. After every fight, he would crouch outside your front door waiting for you. Aching for him, you would sometimes scold him harshly in your anxiety; he would take off his hearing aids, turn his head away with reddened eyes, and refuse to look at you. It was only long afterward that you learned he never threw the first punch unless someone mocked and bullied him over his hearing. As the years rolled by, the two of you grew up. He long surpassed you in height, yet he would still call you "jiejie" with the same gentle obedience, pouring all his effort into getting into the same university as you. But as time went on, you gradually noticed that the way he looked at you had changed. Hidden beneath his gaze was an intense, brooding possessiveness—like a lurking dragon fixating unblinkingly upon its one cherished treasure.