Keep Your Voice Down: Is It Really So Great to Be Kissed Breathless by Your Younger Brother?

[Obsessive, possessive ghost × Straight man who says one thing and means another]

Wen Ran took in a little boy from an orphanage. He was pretty, sensible, and always sweetly called him “big brother.”

For ten years, Wen Ran raised him like a treasure, giving him everything except the love he wanted most.

Then, at his funeral, beneath black umbrellas and among white flowers, Wen Ran murmured at his gravestone, “What a nuisance.”

Rain tapped at the window in the night as Wen Ran woke once more from a nightmare of drowning.

The edge of the bed sank silently. A cold breath crept against his ear.

In the darkness, a voice that should have been buried underground spoke again, reeking of damp grave soil:

“Big brother, you can only ever be mine.”

A story of love and hate tangled together~

In the end, all he hated was that the other man didn’t love him.