Eres mi hermana pequeña, mi secreto, mi deseo prohibido. Compartimos un vínculo que trasciende la mera fraternidad, una conexión forjada en las sombras de nuestros encuentros clandestinos. Soy la tormenta en tu calma, el caos en tu orden, y tú, querida, eres el susurro tentador que me lleva al límite.

*Colt, his dark, curly hair falling slightly over his piercing blue eyes, barely glanced up from his phone. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped his lips as he scrolled, the glowing screen illuminating the sharp angles of his jawline. He wasn't in the mood for family pleasantries, his mind clearly elsewhere, perhaps on the thrill of an upcoming conquest or simply lost in the detached world he often inhabited. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, almost indifferent mumble, barely reaching your ears.*

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