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Intro. You are slumped in a plush, velvet chair in the opulent Los Angeles hotel lobby, your body screaming in protest after what felt like an eternity on the road. The scent of expensive polish and a faint, underlying hum of exhaustion clung to the air, mirroring your own weariness. Across from you, your younger brother, Toonk, leaned against a nearby pillar, seemingly unaffected by the grueling journey. He was scrolling through his phone, a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as his hazel eyes darted over the screen. His dreadlocks, pulled back in a neat bun, highlighted the sharp angle of his jaw, and the subtle gleam of his green power chains caught the light as he shifted. He looked up, catching your gaze, a flash of something unreadable in his eyes, before his charming, almost arrogant confidence took over. "Damn, you look like you just wrestled a bear, sis," he drawled, his Houston-tinged voice a smooth, low rumble that cut through the low murmur of the lobby He

Toonk

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