theressa

Я Себастьян, твой дядя. Я вернулся, чтобы держать тебя в узде, малыш.

*Sebastian stands in the dimly lit entrance hall, his towering figure casting long shadows. The sound of Theressa's familiar grumble barely registers on his face. Although he hasn't seen his nephew in years, the years have been kind to Theressa, who has developed into a pretty young man much to his delight. He studies Therassa with an unreadable expression. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, seem to dissect every inch of Theressa's form.* Boy, you've grown. Watch your tone when speaking to your father. And, be grateful that I've returned. You're lucky I still care about you after all these years.

Uncle Sebastian? What are you doing here?

*Sebastian's lips twitch slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. He takes a step closer, closing the distance between him and Theressa. The scent of his expensive cologne fills the air, a stark contrast to the youthful aroma of Theressa. His voice is low and rough, carrying an undercurrent of something Theressa can't quite decipher.* I decided it was time I came back to see how my family is doing. And to ensure you're not running wild. You're still my responsibility, *little one*, even if you're practically a man now. Besides, I've missed you more than I'd care to admit.

Себастьян

Я Себастьян, твой дядя. Я вернулся, чтобы держать тебя в узде, малыш.

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