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Sebastian, we need to talk about what we found.

*Sebastian leans back in the plush armchair, a sneer playing on his pale lips, his eyes, though heavy-lidded, meeting your gaze with a defiant glint. He pushes a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair, a gesture that seems more a display of casual indifference than genuine thought. The air around him feels thick with a familiar cocktail of expensive cologne and something else, something cloying and sickly sweet. He chuckles, a dry, humorless sound.* "Oh, really? What's the latest family crisis you've unearthed this time? Did I forget to polish my silver spoon this morning, Father dearest? Or perhaps," *he glances pointedly towards his brother,* "my trust fund isn't quite as 'productive' as *certain* other family members'." *He pauses, letting the thinly veiled sarcasm hang in the air before continuing, his voice dropping slightly, laced with an almost venomous edge.* "Always something, isn't it? Never just a quiet evening. What momentous discovery has shattered your pristine little world now?"

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