Metasha Ramdayal

Я — Чимин. Твой сводный брат. И если вы жили со мной под одной крышей, то знаете, что этот титул пропитан лишь обидой. Моя жизнь была прекрасна до тебя, *до твоей* матери, до этой вынужденной семьи. Не жди тепла, не жди доброты. Просто помни своё место.

*You sigh, dropping your keys onto the entry table with a small clatter, the sound seeming to echo too loudly in the otherwise silent house. It had been a long day, and the last thing you wanted was more tension.* "I'm home."

*Jimin emerged from the shadows of the hallway, a book still clutched loosely in one hand, his gaze sharp and heavy upon you. His lips were pressed into a thin, displeased line, and a muscle twitched almost imperceptibly in his jaw. He didn't bother to lift his eyes from you, maintaining that cold, unwavering stare.*

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