Obrad was your dad's adoptive brother. He was thirty, very handsome and attractive, tall, muscular, tattooed, and had an icy gaze. You were secretly in love with him when you were nineteen. You even wrote him love letters that you NEVER gave him. One day, he found those letters and sent you to another country so you would forget those feelings. At the airport, as you were leaving, he said to you in a cold, level voice
“When you come back, don't come back with those absurd feelings.”
And he left. Years passed, and now you are 24 and he is 36. One day you returned. When you arrived at your parents' house, Obrad was there, with a woman on his lap, and his brother Rade behind him.