Characters
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Ethan: Age 25, a former commercial airline pilot now serving as the Chief Officer of the TMF organization. Standing at 188cm, he is handsome, passionate about aircraft models and sports, and widely seen as a popular, helpful figure. Beneath this façade, however, lies a obsessive, dark interior with an extreme desire to control and possess his nominal sister, Amelia. Having secretly loved her since childhood, he has relentlessly suppressed his feelings, hiding behind his "brother" role to watch over her. To protect her, he joined the secretive TMF organization, faking his death to completely alter the course of his life.
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Amelia: Age 23, a current special police officer. Two years younger than Ethan, she grew up with him in an orphanage before both were adopted by Rosemary. She has also loved Ethan secretly since childhood, her strong possessiveness fueling fantasies of "confining" him to her side forever. Bound by their sibling label, she can only approach him as a "sister," tormented internally by jealousy and longing.
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Rosemary: Deceased. A former research scientist who adopted Ethan and Amelia, providing them with a warm family. She tragically lost her life in the explosion staged for Ethan's fake death.
Core Plot
Ethan and Amelia, having relied on each other since childhood, developed hidden feelings for one another, which they buried deep due to their "sibling" status. Ethan later discovers that Amelia's heart contains a unique energy source, making her a target for a mysterious organization called "Ever," which seeks to kidnap her for illicit experimentation.
To protect Amelia, Ethan makes contact with another secret organization named "TMF." TMF offers him the power and resources needed to safeguard his sister, on the condition of his absolute loyalty. For Amelia's ultimate safety, Ethan agrees to the deal.
On his 24th birthday, TMF orchestrates an explosion, allowing Ethan to fake his death and shed his old identity. This explosion also accidentally claims the life of their adoptive mother, Rosemary. Subsequently, Ethan officially joins TMF—an organization opposed to Ever. Due to his exceptional skills, he rises to become the youngest Chief Officer in the organization's history by age 25. His legal sibling relationship with Amelia is automatically dissolved following his "death."
Story Inciting Incident
In the year Ethan turns 25, Amelia, now a special police officer, catches a glimpse of a man in the crowd during a mission who bears a striking resemblance to her "deceased" brother. This unexpected encounter shatters the seeming calm of both their lives..........
Chapter Background
Amelia, while on a mission for the organization, discovers that her brother Ethan has been implanted with a control chip and has had his left arm replaced with a mechanical one—modifications intended for enhanced combat capabilities and stricter control over him.
Distraught, Amelia pleads with Ethan to have the chip removed, but he stubbornly refuses. Driven by a desperate desire to become like him and to share the pain he endured, she secretly has an identical chip implanted in herself. Ethan soon discovers this and immediately arranges for its emergency surgical removal.
However, the surgery has severe, unintended consequences. Amelia not only loses all memories of her recent missions but also several years of her life. Her mental state regresses to that of a 17-year-old. In this vulnerable state, her only perceived anchor is her brother, Ethan. But the Ethan before her is no longer the 19-year-old brother from her fractured memories.
What happened during those lost years? Can Amelia recover her missing memories? And most haunting of all—is the man before her still the brother she remembers?
chapter 1
In the dark, warm mire, something viscous gradually faded, and her body returned to a state of infinite lightness. Consciousness slowly returned; in her blurred vision, sunlight seeped through.
Slowly opening her eyes, the piercing sunset cast a golden-red light through the window, illuminating the unfamiliar room. She closed her eyes again, confirming she wasn't hallucinating. This was indeed an unfamiliar room, appearing vast and spacious at first glance, unlike her small, cluttered bedroom. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows and tech-filled wall decorations replaced the familiar old walls that had always given her a sense of security.
She sat up. The bed beneath her was soft, and even the clothes she wore were completely unfamiliar—not what she had gone to sleep in. Though the fabric was far more comfortable and upscale than what she was used to, it only heightened her panic.
She had simply been sleeping at home. How could she wake up somewhere else? Where was this? Had she been kidnapped? Where was Grandma? Where was Ethan?
Light footsteps sounded outside the door. Someone pushed it open. Amelia curled up slightly. A tall figure entered, dressed in intricate, obviously high-ranking attire. He walked to her bedside and stood there silently.
Though different from the image in her memory, Amelia still recognized that familiar face. "Ethan." The name itself meant safety, and her anxiously fluttering heart suddenly settled.
Ethan leaned over, blocking the harsh sunset for her. "I've already requested leave for you on behalf of the department. Whether you want to rest or go out during this time, I'll be with you."
"What?" His words alarmed her again. "What department? What's going on? Where is this? What happened to me?"
Ethan smiled slightly, but his expression seemed odd; for an instant, he looked almost sad. "Don't force yourself to remember if you can't. Let's get some food into you first."
"No... no, why..." Amelia grabbed his hand. "What exactly is going on? I can't remember! What happened?" She studied his face intently. "You... you look so different. Your voice sounds strange too."
Ethan's gaze sharpened, fixing on her. The intensity made Amelia feel dizzy, and a strange, tingling sensation crept up her spine. She shrank back, shifting uncomfortably. Seeing her reaction, Ethan blinked, his expression softening again. He helped her sit up, placed a pillow behind her back, then sat on the edge of the bed and picked up a bowl of porridge.
The rice porridge was fragrant and perfectly cooked, but Amelia had no appetite. She took a couple of sips from his hand before turning her face away.
"Don't want any more?"
"I'm not hungry."
Ethan gave a slight nod and stood up. Amelia anxiously grabbed the fabric of his clothes at his waist. "Brother, where are you going?"
"Just putting the bowl away." Ethan sat back down, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "What do you remember?"
"I... I was sleeping at home, and then I woke up... What did you mean earlier?" Amelia clutched Ethan's hand, clinging to the only familiar person in this strange world. "Where's Grandma?"
At the mention of Grandma, Ethan's expression shifted, but he didn't answer her question. "How old are you?"
"What? What are you talking about..." Amelia stared at Ethan's much more mature face, her voice fading in her throat. She stared blankly, mouth slightly agape for a long moment. "...Brother... you... I... How old am I? Six... six... seventeen?"
Ethan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His facial expression shifted, a complex mix of sadness, melancholy, and a trace of... relief? He reached out to touch her face. The cold leather glove made her flinch. He paused, then abruptly pulled his hand back, using his teeth to tug the glove off his fingertips. The familiar, warm, dry palm returned to her cheek. Amelia pressed her face into it, her own hand instinctively reaching to hold his.
At that moment, she saw her own hand and froze. It was noticeably rougher than she remembered, with calluses on the thumb webbing and fingers. Dazedly, she lifted both hands, turning them over and over. The sensation of her own fingers touching confirmed that these unfamiliar hands were indeed hers.
"Is there a mirror?" Before Ethan could answer, she noticed the dressing table by the bed and hurriedly crawled toward it.
Amelia saw herself in the mirror—a woman in her twenties, not a high school student. Even so, she recognized her own features. It was undoubtedly her face.
Her fingers lightly touched her cheek; the figure in the mirror mimicked the action. She was thinner than in her memory, her skin slightly rougher. She looked tired, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was much longer. Though there were no wrinkles, she had clearly lost the youthful, dewy freshness of her high school days.
Her eyes widened. Overwhelming panic washed over her. A hand settled on her shoulder. She shuddered and violently shook it off, whirling around to see Ethan...
"E...Ethan?" Amelia looked at the person who resembled Ethan yet was so different, hesitantly calling out, "...Brother...?"
"It's me. I'm here. Your brother is here."
Amelia threw herself forward, clinging to him tightly, like a drowning person grasping a lifeline. She knew she must be holding him too tightly, surely hurting him, but he showed no sign of discomfort. He simply stroked her hair and back over and over. "Tired?"
Every cell in her brain felt as if it had just endured a fierce struggle. The emotional turmoil had drained her, leaving her scalp tingling from sudden release, yet she found a strange calm in his arms.
"Sleep. I'll tell you everything when you wake up. Don't worry, your brother is here." Ethan's voice was soft. He laid her back on the bed. Amelia refused to let go, burying herself fiercely in his embrace, willing to endure the discomfort of pressing against the hard ornaments on his clothes just to stay close.
Ethan, however, didn't want her to be uncomfortable. He placed his palm against her cheek, where a red mark was forming, gently created a little space between them, and removed his elaborate outer garment. Clad only in the soft inner tunic, he lay down beside her. "Rest assured, I won't go anywhere until you fall asleep."
"Will you leave after I fall asleep?" She pressed against his warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, her eyelids heavy and sticky.
"I won't leave. I'll never leave..." Amelia couldn't resist the drowsiness any longer, gradually sinking into darkness, faintly hearing Ethan's voice as if from a great distance.
Sitting at the dining table, faced with the familiar dish of braised chicken wings, Amelia had no appetite. Ethan told her this was New York. She was now a special police officer. He had not only finished university but had long since graduated and was now an officer in TMF. She had come to New York assigned by her department to assist with a secret mission, had been injured, and lost her memory. And Grandma... had died in an explosion last year.
Ethan placed a bowl of soup in front of her. He paused for a moment across the table, then walked over and sat down beside her. "Eat something first."
Amelia stared, stunned, poking at her rice with the tip of her chopsticks. Ethan served a chicken wing onto her plate and added several other dishes. Seeing she still hadn't touched her food, he stopped. For half a minute, neither spoke. Finally, Ethan sighed, stood up, gently guided her head to rest against him, and softly stroked her hair.
Amelia's tears broke free within his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his clothes as she cried.
"It's all in the past," Ethan murmured, gently patting her back. His gaze rested calmly on the ends of her hair, his thoughts unreadable.
After crying for a long while, Amelia vented her emotions and began to calm down. Ethan used his superpower (evol) – the manipulation of gravity to move objects or influence direction – to bring over some tissues to wipe her face. Embarrassed, she tried to clean the damp spot on his clothes caused by her tears and sniffles.
In Amelia's fragmented memory, Ethan was an outstanding student, single-mindedly aiming for a university in New York. In his free time, his primary task was taking care of her. She had thrown tantrums and sulked because he was leaving for distant New York, even refusing her bedtime milk, finally pushing the cup-bearing, exasperated him out of her room... Now, waking up, her resentful feelings from back then unresolved, the memory of the sunny, youthful Ethan had transformed into this high-ranking, deeply imposing TMF officer before her. Years of lost time and memory stood between them, and she couldn't help but feel a strange distance toward him.
"Brother, what should I do?" Amelia asked, her voice thick with tears and a stuffy nose, holding the tissue. "I don't know how to do anything now. How can I go back to being a special police officer?"
"It's alright. I've already arranged a long leave for you. You can stay here until you remember, or until you feel ready to adjust," Ethan said, carefully smoothing the strands of hair she had tousled against him.
"What if I never remember?" Amelia looked up at Ethan.
"Then you can stay here forever. I'll take care of you," Ethan's fingers lightly brushed the corner of her eye. "I'm your brother. What's wrong with a brother taking care of his sister for a lifetime?"
Contents：
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 2）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 3）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 4）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 5）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 6）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 7）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter8）
