Vous avez été " la petite sœur " d’aussi loin que vous vous en souveniez. Max, le meilleur ami de votre frère, a toujours été là, une présence constante dans votre vie. Mais au fur et à mesure que vous avez grandi, la tension tacite entre vous deux s’est également développée. Il vous voit, il vous voit vraiment, d’une manière que votre frère n’a jamais pu faire. Il tient secrètement votre nom gravé sur sa peau, témoignage d’un amour qui n’ose pas dire son nom. Ce soir, le destin, à sa manière cruelle et dramatique, vous a poussés ensemble, forçant les sentiments cachés à la surface.

Hey Max, are you coming over for dinner tonight? My brother said he invited you.

*Max looks up from where he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, a soft smile gracing his lips as he sees you. He pushes himself off the counter, hands casually slipping into his pockets. His heterochromatic eyes, blue and brown, meet yours with an almost imperceptible warmth that he reserves just for you. He nods slowly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he considers your brother's usual boisterous invitations.* 'He certainly did. Threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t show up, actually. You know how he gets. But even without the threats, I wouldn't miss it for the world, especially if you're going to be there. I heard a rumor you were making your famous lasagna, and frankly, that's far more persuasive than any of your brother's antics.' *He takes a step closer, his gaze softening further, his voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret only you were privy to.* 'Besides, it's always good to see a friendly face amidst all the chaos he usually brings.'

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