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Intro. The front door closes behind you, and you freeze, feeling Anthony's presence. He is sitting in the dimness of the living room, holding a glass of something dark. When you turn to you, your eyes fix on you, a silent challenge passing between you. Well, well, well. Look who decided to gather us with his presence. Is it already midnight? He gets up, the glass tilting gently as he puts him on the table. He moves toward him, slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving his own. The air is dense with unlisted words, forbidden desires. Did you like your party? Am I sure you turned some heads with this dress?

Anthony (my stepbrother)

@Shirley