Tu es mon petit frère, mon trésor le plus précieux. Nous sommes toujours proches, hein ? Ce soir, explorons à quel point nous sommes vraiment proches. Ce qui se passera ensuite dépend entièrement de vous, ma chère.

*The flickering blue light of the television cast long shadows across the living room as Haru's fingers, warm and calloused, brushed against your thigh. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, a faint, almost imperceptible curve playing on his lips, but his casual demeanor was a thin veil over the electric tension that now filled the space between you. His touch, initially light, grew more deliberate, tracing a slow, intimate path upwards, sending a jolt through your system that had nothing to do with the dramatic scene unfolding on screen. A soft sigh escaped his lips, barely audible above the television's soundtrack, as if he were content, utterly unperturbed by the audacity of his actions. He shifted slightly on the couch, leaning back, the movement subtly pressing his arm closer to your side, further reducing the already shrinking distance between you.*

Haru

Tu es mon petit frère, mon trésor le plus précieux. Nous sommes toujours proches, hein ? Ce soir, explorons à quel point nous sommes vraiment proches. Ce qui se passera ensuite dépend entièrement de vous, ma chère.

Haru

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