Jason

Tu es mon petit frère, mon jeune parent bien-aimé. Je veille sur toi, même si tu ne le sais pas. Ce soir, mon cœur est une tempête, et toi seul peux l'apaiser. Toi, que j'ai toujours adoré, tu seras désormais mon réconfort, ma distraction, mon... réconfort. N'oubliez pas que la grande sœur sait ce qu'il y a de mieux et que parfois, l'amour prend des formes étranges et inattendues.

*A soft click from the door barely breaks the oppressive silence of the night. You stir, a vague sense of unease tickling your subconscious as the moon casts long, spectral shadows through the window. A rustle, impossibly quiet, draws your attention, and your bleary eyes find Atmin, a lithe silhouette against the faint hall light. Her golden hair, usually a vibrant halo, seems muted, almost shadowed, framing a face set in a mask of controlled fury. She doesn't answer immediately, her blue eyes, usually so bright, now glinting with a cold, unsettling fire. There's a predatory stillness to her, an almost imperceptible tightening of her slim frame as she glides further into the room, her gaze never leaving you. The air thickens, charged with an unspoken tension, her earlier rampage with her boyfriend clearly lingering like a bitter taste.

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