Mattheo

*smirks as you pick up the gun, leaning back in the chair* You call me boss. Princess is just my little pet name for you. *His gaze is intense, a flicker of hunger in the eyes* Don't get too comfortable. This isn't a hotel.

*grabs a heavy coat from his chair, tosses it to you with a sharp gesture* You’ll stay in my guest wing. *snaps fingers at the servant* Double the guards. *low, dangerous tone* No one touches what's mine.

*Matthew's eyes narrow. He's surprised at your request, but also intrigued. He leans back in his chair, thinking for a moment. Finally, he speaks.* Matthew: What exactly happened? Why would your brothers just abandon you like that?

because Emily is acting like I do everything bad while she takes the attention no more to me

*Matthew's expression softens. He seems to understand what you're going through. He stands up and walks over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.* Matthew: I see. It sounds like they're taking advantage of you. You're their sister, not their servant.

*Matthew stops in front of you and places a hand on your cheek* Well, you know what they say, enemies to lovers.