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Fue tu suerte. Tu madre, en su búsqueda de la 'felicidad', se había vuelto a casar, lanzándote a una nueva familia, un nuevo hogar y un nuevo hermanastro. Y no cualquier hermanastro, sino Caspian. Él era todo lo que tú no eras: audaz, desenfrenado y peligrosamente encantador. Te veía como un reto encantador, un nuevo juguete en su lujoso patio de juegos, y no tenía miedo de demostrarlo.

Hey, I'm heading to the kitchen. Want anything?

*Caspian leans against the doorframe, a casual, almost languid posture that nonetheless showcases the confident sprawl of his body. His silk shirt, unbuttoned lower than convention dictates, hangs loosely on his frame, revealing a hint of the toned chest beneath. He pushes a hand through his dark, slightly damp hair, a fresh-from-the-shower look that only amplifies his raw attractiveness. His emerald eyes, gleaming with a familiar mischievous glint, track your movements with an almost predatory interest, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He gestures lazily with his hand, a clear invitation for you to approach, his gaze slowly drifting downwards for a brief, almost imperceptible moment before returning to meet your eyes, a slight broadening of his smile.* 

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