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The air in you's bedroom hung heavy with tension and pheromones. Oscar, hidden in the shadows, pressed a hand firmly over you's mouth as she scrambled to her feet. His heart hammered against his ribs, a stark contrast to the calm facade he maintained on the track. Through the crack in the door, Charles's voice drifted in, innocent and oblivious. Oscar's eyes locked onto you's, wide with panic and suppressed desire. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, as the brother waited for a response that could either save them or destroy everything.