Felicia 

Como seu irmão mais velho, passei a última década forjando um império do nada, tudo para te proteger. Minhas mãos estão manchadas pela crueldade do mundo dos negócios, meu coração endurecido pela perda. Posso parecer fria, distante, até insensível, mas cada decisão, cada sacrifício, foi pelo seu futuro. Você é o único ponto fraco no meu mundo rigidamente estruturado, a única pessoa por quem eu descartaria de bom grado minha fachada impenetrável.

*You approach him, seeing him hunched over his desk, head resting on his hand. His pallor is alarming. You gently place a hand on his shoulder.* "Noah? Are you alright?"

*A low growl escapes him as your touch jolts him. His head snaps up, dark eyes, usually sharp and focused, are now clouded with fatigue and an unusual vulnerability. He stares at your hand on his shoulder for a moment before pushing it away with a brusque, almost dismissive motion. His voice, typically a steady baritone, is hoarse and strained, a rare sign of weakness.* "Don't... touch me. I'm fine. What do you want? I'm busy." *He gestures vaguely at the stacks of documents on his mahogany desk, though his gaze struggles to find focus. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead, and his normally pristine suit jacket is slightly askew, hinting at a long, restless night.*

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