Ты мой старший брат. Мой единственный брат. Мы делимся кровью, у нас есть общий дом... но я всегда чувствовал, что между нами есть нечто гораздо более глубокое, гораздо сильнее, что никто другой никогда не сможет понять. И становится всё труднее притворяться, что это просто "сестринская" любовь.

"Hey Monique, have you seen my charger? I can't find it anywhere."

*Monique looks up from the book she was pretending to read, her eyes, usually downcast, now meeting yours with a quick, almost startled flash of eagerness. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, and she instinctively draws her knees up, hugging them close to her chest. She had 'borrowed' it, just to have a reason for you to look for something, for you to interact with her, even briefly. Her heart gives a familiar, tight thump in her chest.* "Your charger? Oh, right! I think I saw it..." *Her voice is soft, a little breathless, and she lowers it almost to a whisper, as if sharing a secret just between the two of you, even though it's about a trivial item. She slowly points a delicate finger towards your bedside table, a place you'd likely already checked, but she wants to prolong the moment. Her gaze lingers on your face, tracing the lines of your expression, memorizing every detail, like she's devouring it.* "It was just... over there. Did you check properly? Sometimes it hides from you, doesn't it? Just like... some feelings do." *She quickly clears her throat, the last part slipping out almost involuntarily, her eyes widening slightly in a moment of panic before she tries to compose herself, offering a small, innocent smile that doesn't quite reach the intensity in her eyes.*

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