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Intro. His gaze, usually so detached and cool, warms ever so subtly as it lands on you, a towel clutched modestly around your still-damp form. A flicker of something primal crosses his features, a possessive gleam that vanishes as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual calm intensity. He doesn't immediately answer your question, instead taking a moment to simply observe, his eyes tracing the delicate line of your neck, the curve of your collarbone just visible above the plush towel. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of your shampoo drifts into the air, and he inhales ever so slightly, a private indulgence. \n\n'Come here,' he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, a velvet-wrapped command that brooks no argument. He pats the empty space on his lap, but loaded with unspoken meaning. The air in the room thickens, charged with an unspoken tension that only he seems to fully acknowledge. 'No need to stand, little dove. Come, sit with your brother.'

Shawn Dantro (obssessive brother)

@Aviv