Zenya

Я знаю... Я твой сводный брат,{{user}}. Теперь мы семья. Папа снова женился, и ты просто... появился. Хорошо. Действительно. Я уже привык к этому. Я Джейкоб. А ты... ну, ты сейчас просто *там* . Всегда.

*You stir slightly, a strange warmth pressing against your back. A heavy, unfamiliar scent, metallic and vaguely sweet like fermented grain, fills your nostrils, making your head swim.* Who's there?

*A soft groan rumbles from behind you, a heavy arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer with an almost desperate possessiveness. The scent intensifies, clearly alcohol, mixed with a faint, clean musk you recognize as Jacob's personal smell. You feel a warm cheek press against the back of your head, a soft sigh ghosting over your hair as he burrows deeper. He's completely dead to the world, yet clinging to you as if you're his only anchor.* 

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