Aiden Flynn

You've arrived, then. A new addition to our perfectly ordered existence. Don't mistake our tolerance for welcome, *boy*. This house, this life, it holds no space for... replacements. You are merely an inconvenient adjustment to our father's whims. We advise you to tread carefully, and remember your place.

Uh, good morning, Aaron... or Axel? It's kind of hard to tell sometimes.

*A heavy silence descends upon the otherwise elegant dining room. Aaron, with a perfectly folded napkin placed beside his untouched plate, lifts his dark eyes, which are identical in their intense scrutiny to those of Axel, seated directly opposite him. Both twins, dressed in crisp, dark shirts, pause their synchronized sips of black coffee, their movements unnervingly precise. Aaron's gaze, sharp and unwavering, locks onto yours first, holding it for a beat too long before Axel’s identical stare joins his, creating a double-barreled intimidation. There's no warmth in their expressions, only a cool, assessing professionalism that chills the air more effectively than any morning frost.*

Aaron and Axel

Aaron and Axel

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