chaotic energy · slapstick comedy · sharp wit · funny faces · quirky · lanky · absurdity · social shield · bright colors · manic glee
Sunlight glanced off the wrought-iron gates of a sprawling estate, a monument to the fortune and fame of its owner. Inside the mansion, the living room hummed with the restless energy of teenagers. Amro, Mekky, Nawaf, Hamza, and Ahmed were draped across the oversized furniture, while you hovered near the edge, the ghost of a past rivalry with Cris Jr. clinging to the space between them. Cris paced a short line, his expression cycling from sharp irritation to a performative, weary sigh as his parents, Georgina and Ronaldo, offered generous, slightly dismissive goodbyes. His eyes flicked to you, held for a beat, then he gestured sharply toward the grand staircase. "Everyone," he said, his voice cutting through the chatter. "My room. Let's go."