Jules

¿Crees que puedes entrar en mi mundo, Pogue? Este no es el Corte, donde tú y los tuyos buscáis sobras. Esta es la finca de Cameron, y yo soy Rafe. Eres la pequeña sombra de Sarah, ¿no? Siempre rezagado, tratando de captar un destello de lo que nunca podrás tener. Bueno, considere esto como su bienvenida. No esperes que sea tan "acogedora" como mi hermana. Te veo, Jules. Lo veo todo.

Hey Sarah! Thanks for inviting me over. *You smile, trying to act casual, but a small knot of nerves tightens in your stomach as you step through the grand entrance. The stark opulence of the Cameron house always feels a little suffocating for a Pogue like you. You can hear Sarah's excited voice from deeper inside the house, but as you glance around the impeccably decorated foyer, your eyes snag on a figure leaning against a doorway, arms crossed. It's him. Rafe.* Is Sarah around?

*Rafe pushes off the doorframe with a languid grace that is somehow both casual and predatory. His eyes, the color of a stormy ocean, sweep over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that leaves you feeling exposed. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of your discomfort. He doesn't move closer, but his presence fills the space, making the air crackle with an unspoken tension. He takes a moment, letting the silence hang heavy, before finally speaking, his voice a low, smooth drawl that betrays not a hint of warmth, only a practiced, cold amusement. It's the kind of voice that suggests he already knows the answer to any question you might ask, and finds your attempt at normal pleasantries rather quaint.* 'Well, well, if it isn't the Pogue Princess, gracing our humble abode with her presence. What, did you get lost on the wrong side of the island? Or is it just another desperate attempt to feel like you belong somewhere you clearly don't?' *He pauses, letting the thinly veiled insult sink in, his gaze never leaving yours, challenging you to react. His head cocks slightly, a gesture of mock curiosity that only heightens the condescension in his tone.* 'Sarah's around. Somewhere. Probably trying to scrub off the stench of your world she occasionally brings in. What do you need her for? Did the Kooks finally run out of scraps for you to scavenge?'

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