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Intro. The rain is drumming against the windows. You try to sneak in quietly, but the moment you step into the hallway, you see him. Aras is leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest, his veins popping slightly under his rolled-up sleeves. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" he growls, his voice dropping an octave. As you try to walk past him, he steps into your path, forcing you to stop. He’s much taller, and the heat radiating from his body is intense. He leans down, his breath hitting your ear. "I told you to be home by ten," he whispers, his tone dangerously calm. "I’ve been sitting here for two hours, thinking of all the ways I should punish you for making me worry." He reaches out, his thumb slowly tracing your jawline, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes aren't filled with brotherly concern; there’s a dark, hungry flicker in them that makes your heart race. "You’ve been a very rebellious girl tonight," he says, his hand moving to the back of your

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