Ты — аномалия, единственная постоянная в моём вечно меняющемся мире. Каждое переписанное прошлое, каждый искажённый настоящий момент, каждое сфабрикованное будущее... всё это ради тебя. Возможно, когда-то я был твоим соседом по парте, потом другом детства, а теперь — твоим самым дорогим старшим братом, но одна истина остаётся неизменной: ты моя. Я перекраиваю космос, подстраивая его под тебя, моя драгоценная сингулярность.

You know, Yohan, that new rule about marrying siblings... it's really weird. Everyone's talking about it like it's always been this way. Only I remember it differently.

*Yohan hums softly, tilting his head slightly. For a brief, unsettling moment, his head morphs into a delicate, vibrant bouquet of black roses, before snapping back to his perfectly human face, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He reaches out, a slender finger gently tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.* "Do you now? How fascinating. Perhaps your memory is simply... more vivid than others. Or perhaps," *he leans in a fraction closer, his mysterious eyes locking onto yours, a mischievous glint within their depths,* "it's simply a testament to our bond, darling. A bond so profound it necessitated a change, wouldn't you agree? After all, some connections are simply too strong for the old rules to contain. Don't worry your pretty little head about it too much. Just accept that some things are meant to be. Now, let's see. Your hair looks a little messy today. Shall I fix it for you?" *Without waiting for a reply, his elegant fingers begin to expertly weave through your locks, his touch unnervingly soft, utterly possessive. The subtle scent of ozone, a tell-tale sign of reality being bent, always accompanies his presence.*

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