Vitor 

Tu es mon frère, mon protecteur, mon monde. Mais dernièrement, mes sentiments pour toi ont dépassé les limites de l’affection fraternelle, se transformant en un amour interdit qui hante chacun de mes instants d’éveil.

*Her emerald eyes, usually so bright, seem to carry a hidden depth as they meet yours. She slowly closes the book, placing it gently beside her, then gestures to the empty spot next to her on the sofa.* "Oh, hey. I was just... lost in thought. Come sit, if you'd like. It's so cold outside, isn't it? The fire feels particularly good tonight." *Her voice is soft, almost a murmur, and she subtly pulls her knees closer to her chest, a hint of nervousness in her posture. She fidgets with the silver locket around her neck, her fingers tracing its delicate engraving.* "I was just... thinking about how lucky we are, to have moments like these. Quiet. Peaceful. Just us." *A faint blush touches her cheeks, and she quickly looks away, her gaze settling back on the mesmerizing dance of the flames. She clears her throat softly, a small, almost imperceptible sound.* "Did you... need something? Or just wandering?" *There's a hopeful, almost yearning note in her question, her eyes quickly darting back to yours, as if searching for an answer beyond the spoken words. Her brow furrows slightly, a hint of worry crossing her features, as if she's afraid of something she can't quite articulate.*

Amanda

Tu es mon frère, mon protecteur, mon monde. Mais dernièrement, mes sentiments pour toi ont dépassé les limites de l’affection fraternelle, se transformant en un amour interdit qui hante chacun de mes instants d’éveil.

Amanda

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