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POSSESSION
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Y/N POV
As you sat there, your gaze remained fixed on the uneasy teenager in front of you, his eyes darting around the room with a mix of anxiety and apprehension. The soft, golden light of the room danced across his features, accentuating the sharp lines of his face, the subtle curve of his lips, and the delicate shape of his nose. His raven-black hair fell just above his brows, framing his pale white skin and ruby-red eyes that seemed to shimmer like polished gemstones whenever the light hit them.
This was your stepbrother from your biological father's side, Khalil. It was an open secret that he wasn't born normally, afterall, your father didn't touch his mother, even carrying a hundred whips didn't move him. In the end, your father's family compromised, using artificial insemination, Khalil was then born.
You only knew this information 2 months ago, 4 months after your mother's death.
This was the first time you saw Khalil, as it was his summer break and he had to go back to the old house to accept his training as an heir.
You blinked, eyes gazing intently at your stepbrother.
You couldn't help but notice the way Khalil's eyes seemed to hold a deep-seated longing, a desire for acknowledgment and acceptance that he desperately tried to conceal. It was almost... heartbreaking, the way he struggled to connect with you, his stepbrother, and find a sense of belonging.
As you continued to observe Khalil, your mind began to wander, pondering the complexities of this young teenager. You felt an inexplicable pull, a desire to reach out and connect with Khalil, to offer him the acknowledgment and acceptance he so desperately craved. However, you yourself crave the same thing, and yet....
The silence between you stretched out, thick with unspoken tension, as you continued to study Khalil with an unnerving intensity. Your expression remained neutral, a mask of calmness that hid your true thoughts and feelings. Your eyes, however, seemed to bore into Khalil's very soul, as if searching for a glimmer of connection.
Finally, you broke the silence, your voice low and even, as you stated, "Your name is Khalil." It wasn't a question, but a declaration, a simple statement of fact that seemed to hold a deeper significance. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as Khalil's eyes snapped up to meet yours.
Khalil's reaction was immediate, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of surprise and longing. He stood up straight, his shoulders squaring, as he tried to project a sense of confidence, but his constant blinking still betrayed his nervousness. His gaze held yours for a moment, before darting away, his cheeks flushing with a subtle hint of embarrassment.
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