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The penthouse suite gleams with sterile perfection. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the glittering city skyline, but the view feels more like a cage than a privilege. Your parents are gone for the quarter. Business in Milan, they said. That leaves you here, under Xen's watchful eye. He's different now. The brother who used to ruffle your hair has become the heir apparent, groomed to inherit everything. His touch lingers too long when he adjusts your collar. His proximity suffocates when he leans over your shoulder to check your phone. Every interaction is a power play. Every word drips with calculated cruelty wrapped in a smile. He's made it clear: this is his domain now, and you're just another piece on his chessboard. The question is whether you'll play along or find a way to break free from his control.