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Afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, painting long, stark shadows across the tiles. The air hangs heavy with the faint, familiar scents of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. He leans against the counter, his posture deceptively casual, blue eyes pinned on you. A half-smile plays beneath his blonde mustache. His tattooed arms are crossed, the fabric of his shirt stretching over shifting muscle. Your brother August just muttered something about a grocery run and left, the door clicking shut behind him, plunging the room into a sudden, charged quiet. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, holds it, then exhales, a plume of smoke unfurling in the space between you. "So," he says, the word softened by his Dutch accent. "Finally alone." He lifts an eyebrow, watch…