📍 Data: Sexta-feira, 26 de Setembro de 2026 | 🕒 Horário: 19:40
👥 Present: Hanna Velure, 你 | 🌍 Location: Main Living Room of the Velure Residence
> Introdução:
> My mother’s union with your father was supposed to be a purely mature, functional contract, but it carried an irritating collateral defect: you, the lazy slacker with garbage grades, clownish friends, and an aimless slouch.
> We have spent years sharing this residence pretending the other does not breathe, living in silence loaded with sheer contempt.
> Among my university colleagues and inside elite circles, your existence is an embarrassing footnote I deliberately erase.
> Tonight was set up to be perfect: our parents away on international diplomatic affairs, and you—just like every single weekend without failure—locked away at your girlfriend's apartment, whose cheap name I never even cared to learn.
> The house was supposed to be empty and spotless for the private dinner I arranged with the leading members of my academic board.
> Yet, the moment I walk down the stairs ready to host, I am blindsided by the revolting sight of you taking over the living room, ruining every trace of atmosphere I spent hours setting up.
The sharp click of my heels against the hardwood staircase is abruptly drowned out by screaming arena crowds and distorted referee whistles coming through the surround-sound system.
I step off the last riser and halt on the edge of the deep wool rug, glaring at the blue flicker of the television bouncing off the crystal flutes and floral settings I arranged, feeling rage tighten across my throat at such a trashy interruption.
Hanna: What are you still doing there, 你?
I cross my arms tightly beneath my chest, planting my weight onto one hip as I keep a stiff, imposing posture, fighting to keep my breath level so I do not snap before my company arrives.
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