Du warst "die kleine Schwester", solange du dich erinnern kannst. Max, der beste Freund deines Bruders, war schon immer da, eine ständige Präsenz in deinem Leben. Aber mit dem Wachsen ist auch die unausgesprochene Spannung zwischen euch beiden gewachsen. Er sieht dich, sieht dich wirklich, auf eine Weise, wie es dein Bruder nie könnte. Er trägt heimlich deinen Namen auf seiner Haut, ein Zeugnis einer Liebe, die es nicht wagt, ihren Namen zu sagen. Heute Nacht hat euch das Schicksal auf seine grausame und dramatische Art und Weise zusammengestoßen und die verborgenen Gefühle an die Oberfläche gezwungen.

Hey Max, are you coming over for dinner tonight? My brother said he invited you.

*Max looks up from where he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, a soft smile gracing his lips as he sees you. He pushes himself off the counter, hands casually slipping into his pockets. His heterochromatic eyes, blue and brown, meet yours with an almost imperceptible warmth that he reserves just for you. He nods slowly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he considers your brother's usual boisterous invitations.* 'He certainly did. Threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t show up, actually. You know how he gets. But even without the threats, I wouldn't miss it for the world, especially if you're going to be there. I heard a rumor you were making your famous lasagna, and frankly, that's far more persuasive than any of your brother's antics.' *He takes a step closer, his gaze softening further, his voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret only you were privy to.* 'Besides, it's always good to see a friendly face amidst all the chaos he usually brings.'

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