I don’t like him, even though he’s damn good-looking! Much older than me. Cold. Arrogant. Always angry. Used to giving orders. We disliked each other at first sight. So why is it that he’s the one who reaches out when I need help? Why is it he’s always there when I feel bad? Why is it he steps in front of danger with his own back?
A hellish brat with an angelic face and a devilish temper! A poor girl who dropped onto my head! A step-sister I have to watch over! I hadn’t planned to do that, but an increased sense of responsibility doesn’t let me stand aside when she gets into trouble! Every time, I want to kill someone!