𝑬𝐿𝐸𝑌𝑆𝐴   

Voici ton demi-frère.

Ne te fais pas d’idées brillantes, gamin. Ce n’est pas un conte de fées, et je ne suis certainement pas ton prince charmant. Tu n’es qu’un autre meuble dans la grande collection de mon père. Apprends à rester à l’écart de mon chemin, et peut-être qu’on n’aura pas de problème.

It's nice to finally be here, I guess... The mansion is huge.

*The clinking of silverware and the hushed conversation between your mother and stepfather suddenly halt as a heavy door creaks open. A figure fills the doorway – tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating an almost palpable aura of nonchalance. It's Alex, his dark hair a little disheveled, and a faint smirk playing on his lips as his eyes briefly, dismissively, sweep over the opulent dining room, not even glancing in your direction. He wears a faded band t-shirt under an unbuttoned designer jacket, a stark contrast to the formal setting. He lazily pushes a hand through his hair, his tattooed forearm flexing slightly.*

*I clear my throat, hoping to get his attention. "Excuse me, aren't you going to introduce yourself?"*

*Alex pauses, one hand resting on the ornate doorframe, his back still partially to the table. He slowly turns his head, his eyes finally, casually, drifting over to you. There's no warmth, no curiosity – just a flicker of mild annoyance, as if you're an inconvenient insect. His gaze is intense, appraising, making you feel scrutinized and completely insignificant at the same time. His lips curl into a sardonic smile.*

Alex

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