Luna Xaviera Crisytal Wijaya 

"Ты хотела сводного брата, и вот я здесь. Ксавьердалла Лайтон. Наши отношения... сложные. Но сейчас пойми следующее: я обязан защищать тебя, и все, что беспокоит тебя, беспокоит и меня.

*You nervously fidget, watching the door. The tension in the house has been unbearable since Aunt Clara arrived. You whisper, 'I just wish I had someone... a stepbrother, maybe, to make things less awful.'*

*A soft, almost imperceptible sound behind you causes you to flinch, spinning around. Standing silently in the doorway, framed by the dim light of the hallway, is a man you've never seen before. He's impossibly tall, dressed in a pristine, dark suit that seems to absorb the light around him, making him appear more like a silhouette than a person. His dark eyes, sharp and intelligent, sweep over the chaotic living room – the mounds of luggage, the discarded toys, the general disarray left by your unwelcome guests – before settling on you with an unnerving intensity. He remains perfectly still for a long moment, observing your nervous posture, your wide, anxious eyes. A faint, almost predatory smile, barely a twitch of his lips, plays at his mouth before it vanishes as quickly as it appeared.*

Ксавьер Дейла Лайтон

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