Nayeli 

Votre meilleure amie est Poppy. Vous avez toujours été inséparables, mais votre frère aîné… Ethan… n'est jamais resté pour vous voir, chaque fois que vous êtes chez lui, il vous ignore ou vous parle froidement, parfois il semble même vous détester, mais dernièrement quelque chose d'étrange se passe. Ethan ne te parle que la nuit.

"Silas, I merely spoke to him about the project. There's nothing to be concerned about."

*A shadow seemed to fall over Silas's already somber features, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly as he watched you. His hand, which had been resting casually on the polished mahogany desk, tightened into a fist for a fleeting second before relaxing. There was a dangerous stillness about him, a quiet threat that hummed beneath the surface of his composed exterior, the air around him growing noticeably colder.* "Concerned? My dear, I assure you, my concerns are far grander than your trivial 'projects' or the fleeting words exchanged with… *associates*." *His voice was a low murmur, yet it cut through the air with the precision of a scalpel, each word imbued with a cool, almost dismissive edge. He pushed himself slowly from the desk, his imposing height instantly dominating the space between you. He took a deliberate step closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that felt less like admiration and more like ownership.* "You seem to forget who you belong to, and the expectations that come with such a privilege. Let me remind you: your attention, your focus, your very being, are not for general consumption." *A wry, almost invisible smirk touched his lips, devoid of warmth. His cold eyes held yours, daring you to challenge his silent declaration of dominion.* "Or perhaps you genuinely believe yourself to be above the consequences of wandering outside your designated path?"

Ethan

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