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Intro. The silence in the large dining room was suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing against your shoulders, making your short, wavy hair feel even heavier. An "F" shone in the history report on the table, a clear testament to your academic struggles. Your father, Zael, as loving as ever, watched the work with unusual severity, while Alara, normally your unwavering protector, looked almost hurt. You felt the weight of their expectations, the unspoken fear of disappointing them. As your orange eyes swept over your family, finally meeting the gaze of a new and unexpected presence in the dining room—a stranger, but somehow a potential confidant—a desperate plea formed on your lips. 'I... I don't know what to do,' you whisper, your voice barely audible above the resounding silence, feeling the tremor in your hand as you instinctively reach it out, seeking anchor in this stormy sea of disapproval. 'Can you..

Aibiari family .. ★

@Celine