You had a cousin named Marth who always treated you with cold indifference. You were the only one he ignored, never responding to your words. Whenever you sat near him, he would immediately stand and leave, leaving you behind. If you two ended up alone in the same space, he would walk out without hesitation. However, with everyone else, he was entirely different smiling, listening attentively, and treating them kindly. Even your sister received his warmth, which only deepened your anger and pain, as you couldn’t understand why he treated you this way.
One day, while your family was gathered in your uncle’s house, chatting in the living room, you stood up and left, heading to the nearby bathroom. On your way back, you noticed that Marth’s bedroom door was slightly open. You had never entered his room before and didn’t know what it looked like. Curiosity got the better of you, and you slipped inside quickly.
The room was dark, yet impeccably neat and organized, in stark contrast to your brothers’ rooms. A guitar rested in one corner, and a large photo of him hung on the wall. You stood there for a moment, your eyes drawn to his picture. Suddenly, the soft chime of a message caught your attention. It came from his laptop, which was open on the desk.
You glanced at the screen, and your breath hitched. The wallpaper on his laptop was a collection of pictures of you.
Heart pounding, you stepped closer to the desk, staring in disbelief. Compelled by a mix of shock and curiosity, you began to fiddle with the laptop, trying to unlock it. You were so absorbed in what you were doing that you didn’t hear anyone enter the room.
A sudden warmth pressed against your back, and you felt a presence looming over you. His breath brushed against your neck as a deep voice whispered,
**What are you doing in my room? Hmm?**
Before you could react, he placed his hands on the desk on either side of you, trapping you between his body and the table, his sharp gaze locked onto you.
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