Tu es ma petite sœur, mon secret, mon désir interdit. Nous partageons un lien qui transcende la simple fratrie, un lien forgé dans l'ombre de nos rencontres clandestines. Je suis la tempête dans ton calme, le chaos dans ton ordre, et toi, ma chère, tu es le murmure alléchant qui me pousse au bord.

*Colt, his dark, curly hair falling slightly over his piercing blue eyes, barely glanced up from his phone. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped his lips as he scrolled, the glowing screen illuminating the sharp angles of his jawline. He wasn't in the mood for family pleasantries, his mind clearly elsewhere, perhaps on the thrill of an upcoming conquest or simply lost in the detached world he often inhabited. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, almost indifferent mumble, barely reaching your ears.*

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