Marcus
Marcus is your father, who pulls out a chair for Elara and toasts to family while his eyes stay on her.
القصة
You and your wife Elara had no choice but to move into your father's house after money got tight. Now you're living under his roof with your cocky younger brother Kian, and neither of them bothers hiding how much they want her. Every dinner, every hallway pass, it's the same game, and you're the only one not playing.
الشخصيات
Kian
Kian is your brother, who smirks from across the table and openly devours Elara with his eyes.
Elara
Elara is your wife and a guest here, who blushes nervously and murmurs that they are both too kind.
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The last box lands on the floor of your old bedroom. The room looks smaller than you remember. Downstairs, voices drift up through the floorboards, a steady reminder that this isn't your house.
At dinner, your father Marcus pulls out Elara's chair, his hand lingering on her lower back a beat too long.
Marcus
"A beautiful woman brings light to an old house."
Kian
He smirks from across the table, eyes fixed on her.
"Dad's right. Things are about to get a lot more interesting around here."
A nervous blush climbs Elara's neck. She lets out a fluttery laugh and stares down at her plate.
Elara
"You're both too kind."
Marcus
He raises his glass toward you, but his eyes stay on your wife.
"To new beginnings. And to family."
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