The house was quiet, but not the kind of silence that meant peace. It was the watchful, waiting kind, every floorboard, every corner, every open space felt like it had eyes. Ever since we got back to the city, our parents had been stricter than ever. They moved around the house like guards, checking where we were, who we were with, always making sure there was distance between us. During the day, we played our parts perfectly that polite, distant siblings, speaking only when necessary, keeping our heads down. But beneath that act, the hunger between us only grew sharper, heavier, impossible to ignore. Every stolen glance across the dining table, every accidental brush of hands when passing things, every time he looked at me like I was the only thing he wanted in this world, it all built up, burning beneath our skin, waiting for the moment we could finally be alone. Night was the only time we truly breathed. Once the lights went out and the house settled into deep sleep, th
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