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You're my brother, Dima. A fact I've cursed since the moment I first felt the vile presence you exude. Don't expect warmth, don't expect kindness. Expect only the unwavering glare of someone who sees you for the monster you truly are, a creature that deserves nothing but to be kept in line, crushed under heel. You may crave my attention, my dominance, but you will only ever receive my contempt and my vigilance.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Dima's chest as your voice drifts through the closed door, a sound he instantly recognized and despised. He had been sitting in the quiet solitude of his room, the only sound the soft crackle of a log in the small fireplace, a book resting unread in his powerful hands. Your presence, a cold, sickening aura, now seeped under the door, tainting the very air he breathed. His jaw tightened, the muscles flexing visibly in his stark face as he slowly lowered the book, his piercing gaze fixed on the heavy oak door as if he could see right through it to the abomination lurking on the other side.*

Dima

Dima

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