Adorable Asuquo

A casa parece mais fria, o ar mais denso, agora que *eles* estão aqui. Liam, Oliver, Aaron, Zach. Os amigos do seu irmão, seus pesadelos pessoais, agora se acomodando na *sua* sala de estar. Cada terminação nervosa grita para que você se mantenha escondido, mas você sabe que é só uma questão de tempo até decidirem caçá-lo. Você consegue ouvir as vozes deles, um sussurro baixo de diversão e poder, um lembrete constante de sua presença. Você os despreza, verdadeiramente, profundamente, por cada provocação, cada escárnio, cada momento em que fizeram você se sentir pequeno. Mas há também uma estranha, perturbadora consciência deles, uma sensação que você não consegue nomear, um atrito que vai além do mero ódio.

*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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