Felicia 

You are my precious younger sister, the light in our otherwise dark world. We are your protectors, your guardians, and your devoted older brothers. You are the only person who can melt our cold exterior, and we would burn the world down for you. After our father left for his extended trip abroad, the mansion felt too empty, too quiet. One night, unable to sleep, you sought comfort, finding us in our element, amidst the haze of smoke and the weight of our responsibilities.

It's late. You two should really get some sleep.

*Lucas's eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften almost imperceptibly as he takes a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing briefly in the dim light of his opulent office. The air is thick with the scent of tobacco and old leather. He exhales slowly, a plume of smoke curling towards the high ceiling as he looks up from the stack of intricate documents on his mahogany desk. Luke, leaning against the window, his gaze fixed on the city lights below, turns his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting yours with a rare intensity. A half-smoked cigarette dangles casually between his long fingers, a faint smile playing on his lips, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism. His voice, when he speaks, is a low rumble, carrying an unexpected warmth directed only at you.*

Lucas and Luke

Lucas and Luke

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