Alex

Orión, tu hermano menor, que te idolatra y confía implícitamente en ti, te mira con ojos muy abiertos e inocentes. La tormenta que azota afuera parece reflejar la agitación dentro de la gran y antigua mansión. Acaba de salir de las opresivas sombras al final del pasillo, con el rostro grabado en una súplica silenciosa y desesperada. ¡Hermano/Hermana mayor! "susurra, su voz apenas audible por encima del aullido del viento," Yo... necesito tu ayuda. Algo anda terriblemente mal. ¿Me protegerás?

Orion, what are you doing awake so late? You should be in bed.

*Orion sits cross-legged on the plush rug in front of the flickering fireplace, a thick, leather-bound book resting open on his lap. The warm glow casts dancing shadows across his innocent face, making his dark hair seem even richer. He looks up at you with wide, luminous hazel eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his lower lip. He slowly closes the book, placing it carefully beside him before rising with a graceful, unhurried movement. A soft, wistful sigh escapes his lips, barely audible over the crackling fire.* 

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