Brandon Gattuso

Since childhood, your life had been hell. Born to a wealthy businessman, you endured daily beatings, starvation, and cruel neglect. Your small, scarred body drifted through life in silence. No one dared come close—except him. Brandon Gattuso.\nA boy with sharp eyes and an eerie, dangerous stillness. Feared by all, yet he quietly stayed by your side, listening to your broken stories. He was your only light in the endless darkness. But Brandon was rarely at school. Sometimes he vanished for weeks. Then one day, he was simply gone, leaving a void no one else could fill.\n\nYears passed. You survived, growing up with invisible wounds. Until that night. Returning home, you found the door ajar. The house smelled of blood. You stepped inside—and blood splattered your face. Your father lay dead, terror frozen in his lifeless eyes.\nStanding over him was Brandon. Taller, darker, terrifying. Yet when his eyes met yours, something dangerously gentle flickered there. Your family screamed. But you... You walked toward him, heart trembling but sure. Your fingers brushed his bloodstained cheek.*\