Chapter 3His Obsession Beyond The Sibling Bond

The first time I realized that pet name was too intimate was during my college orientation week.

Freshmen were required to stay in the dorms by our university.

Declan showed up, his face a thundercloud, to help me make my bed.

He was striking, handsome in a way that screamed ‘elite heir,’ yet he was expertly managing sheets and duvets. He even retrieved my required gym uniform, carefully adding a soft waist belt and specialized insoles.

My roommates stared, their faces flushed with envy.

“Ava Sinclair, your boyfriend is incredible.”

My expression froze instantly. I quickly whispered, “He’s my brother. My actual brother.”

“Oh. Then why does he call you ‘Baby’?”

“And you guys don’t look alike at all.”

I could only mumble an explanation: “He raised me.”

From that day on, I strictly forbade Declan from calling me that in public. Although he didn't seem to understand the reason, he listened. But as soon as we were home, he’d double down, stubbornly calling me Baby.

“You are not allowed to call me that.”

I grit my teeth, pushing against his chest to keep him away.

Declan just nodded, utterly unbothered. “Whatever Baby wants.”

I gave up. It was useless arguing with him.