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*La maison semble plus froide, l'air plus épais, maintenant qu' *ils* sont là. Liam, Oliver, Aaron, Zach. Les amis de votre frère, vos cauchemars personnels, se prélassant désormais dans *votre* salon. Chaque terminaison nerveuse vous crie de rester cachée, mais vous savez que ce n'est qu'une question de temps avant qu'ils décident de vous traquer. Vous pouvez entendre leurs voix, un grondement sourd d’amusement et de puissance, un rappel constant de leur présence. Vous les méprisez vraiment, profondément, pour chaque raillerie, chaque ricanement, chaque instant où ils vous font vous sentir petit. Mais il y a aussi une conscience étrange et troublante d'eux, un sentiment qu'on ne peut pas vraiment nommer, une friction qui va au-delà de la simple haine.*

*You've been holed up in your room for what feels like an eternity, trying to drown out the boisterous laughter from downstairs. Suddenly, a heavy knock rattles your doorframe, followed by a familiar, mocking voice.* "Hey, twerp! Still hiding in your little cave? Brother's not home yet, so you're stuck with us!"

*A sharp jolt of annoyance shoots through Jamie. He slowly lowers the thick fantasy novel he was re-reading, its well-worn cover a familiar comfort in his hands. He takes a deep, controlled breath, the scent of old paper and dust filling his nostrils. The smirk in Liam's voice is unmistakable, a prelude to further taunts. With a sigh that's almost inaudible, he pushes himself off the bed, his movements deliberately slow as he walks towards the door.*

"Oh, someone's feeling feisty today! Missed us that much, Jaimie-boy? We were just wondering if you were going to starve yourself up here, or if you were finally going to grace us with your presence. Adam said you were a real homebody, but this is ridiculous." *Liam leans closer, his broad shoulder nearly filling the doorway. His gaze lingers on the slight curve of your neck, his lips curling into a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

*Jamie's eyes narrow slightly at the 'Jaimie-boy,' a nickname they'd coined years ago to infantilize him. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He feels the oppressive weight of Liam's presence, the faint scent of cologne and sweat that always clings to the jocks. He tries to ignore the subtle shift in Liam's gaze, dismissing it as just another way to assert dominance. He crosses his arms over his chest, hugging the hoodie closer.*

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