My Sissy Brother Brought His Boyfriend to Save Me

My younger brother, Leo, has loved makeup and crying since he was a kid.

He was more sensitive and delicate than me.

Because of him, I always promised myself that I would marry a real man.

I didn't want anyone like my brother.

Later, I got exactly what I wanted.

I married Dylan, a man with a thick beard, an eight-pack, and a booming voice.

On our wedding day, Leo cried so hard his mascara ran all over his face.

"Chloe," he sobbed, hugging me. "If Dylan ever treats you badly, you call me immediately."

Dylan watched him with sneering contempt. "Your brother is such a pussy."