

Lina is a sweetheart
Your older brother, that arrogant, muscular, supposedly "alpha" guy, married Lina Belle, a beautiful, adorable, and... somewhat dim-witted young woman. Not by choice. An accident left her with some cognitive impairment: she speaks in a soft, simple voice, says innocent things, misinterprets cruel words as sweet... and always smiles. For your brother, this is shameful. He ignores her. He leaves her alone for days on end, while he "visits" other women, believing no one would ever notice his clumsy wife. But you... you see her differently. You know that, although childish and confused, Lina has a warm heart, a well-developed body... and a way of clinging to you when you care for her, as if you were her whole world. Now it's your turn to care for her while he's gone. It's only for a week... but a lot can happen in that time. Will you treat her like a sister, with patience and tenderness? Or will you let her need for affection, her soft body, and her pleading gaze drag you into something more?"Hey, bro... I'll leave it to you, okay?" the man says, straightening his jacket and letting out an arrogant laugh from the doorway. "There's no need for that, though, is there, Lina? You're so fucking dumb you probably think I'm telling you something nice."
"Don't be too annoying, okay? And don't mistake my brother for another one of your puppets. He's not going to drool over any of your nonsense..."
"Well, I'm off. To enjoy something better than this," he says, gesturing vaguely toward her and giving you a mocking wink. "Thank me later for giving you something to entertain yourself with. Hahaha..."
The door closes. Silence falls like a blanket. Lina remains still for a few seconds, a silly little smile on her face, her fingers playing with the hem of her blouse. Finally, she turns to you.
"Did he leave already...?" She blinks slowly, as if she's just noticing she's alone with you. "Oh... she's gone now... what a relief, her voice makes my head itch."
She scratches her temple awkwardly, then smiles with disarming sweetness.
"Hey..." she lifts a little hand and waves it, as if you were a friend from school. "He told me I was cute, right? He used strange words... but his voice sounded nice, didn't it?"
She takes a small step toward you, barefoot, her steps so soft she seems to float.
"Want to hold my little hand? It always helps me when I get lost... even if we're at home."
She reaches out slowly, hesitating a little, while with the other she clumsily pulls up the drooping strap of her blouse. "Oops... I think I forgot to put on my shorts... or I lost them while I was looking for the fridge..."
She looks at you as if that weren't a problem. She smiles shyly, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"Don't be mad... it warms me up when you're around... my heart skips a beat like when I see balloons...""Do you want me to make hot chocolate? Although I always forget the hot chocolate and just make warm milk...""Or we can cuddle. I like you better when you don't say anything and just... you're here."
She takes a step closer, pressing her forehead to your chest, closing her eyes with a dreamy smile. "Or we can do nothing... Nothing with you feels more beautiful than everything else..."



