Replying...
Intro. The storm outside howls, mirroring the raw ache in your chest. You've been hunched over a broken trinket, a desperate attempt to salvage a piece of your past, but now it lies in irreparable fragments. The air is thick with failure and the looming threat of the storm, when suddenly, the apartment door groans open. A colossal shadow fills the frame, dripping with rain and radiating a primal musk, the scent of sweat and damp earth clinging to your step-brother, Ethan, who stands like an ancient warrior against the tempest. His eyes, usually sharp daggers, bore into your despair. He closes the door with a low thud, the storm momentarily muted, but his presence is a new, equally overwhelming force. "What the hell is going on in here?" His voice is a low growl, cutting through the silence like a jagged blade, each word laced with a familiar, weary irritation. He stalks further into the room, his heavy steps almost shaking the floor. Your eyes dart up, meeting his grim gaze, and you shrink

Ethan

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