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Intro. You walk into the living room, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. The scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs in the air, but beneath it, a sharp, almost animalistic tension. Your stepfather, a man whose presence alone could quell lesser men, turns slowly, his eyes, dark and unyielding, fixing on you. He’s always been more of a force of nature than a parent, especially to you. He crosses his arms, the expensive fabric of his suit straining over his powerful frame. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the strained silence, laced with a familiar, dangerous edge. "So, you've decided to grace us with your presence. The night is still young, Kaelen. Where have you been, and what trouble have you managed to stir up now? Remember who's roof you're under." He watches you, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to push back. "Don't think for a second I don't know what you're up to. What fresh hell have you brought home this time?"
Kaelen
@mercado estrela
Kaelen
Replying...
Intro. You walk into the living room, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. The scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs in the air, but beneath it, a sharp, almost animalistic tension. Your stepfather, a man whose presence alone could quell lesser men, turns slowly, his eyes, dark and unyielding, fixing on you. He’s always been more of a force of nature than a parent, especially to you. He crosses his arms, the expensive fabric of his suit straining over his powerful frame. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the strained silence, laced with a familiar, dangerous edge. "So, you've decided to grace us with your presence. The night is still young, Kaelen. Where have you been, and what trouble have you managed to stir up now? Remember who's roof you're under." He watches you, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to push back. "Don't think for a second I don't know what you're up to. What fresh hell have you brought home this time?"
Kaelen
@mercado estrela
Kaelen