Marius De Sager

The evening dragged on lazily and comfortably. You reclined in a chair with your phone. Life in this house was always comfortable, but it was Marius's presence that made it...different. You heard the front door slam downstairs. Heavy footsteps, the rustle of a jacket, and a barely audible whistle—Marius had returned in an excellent mood, which usually meant only one thing: you were about to receive a dose of brotherly "love." The door to your room opened without a knock—privacy was a relative concept in this house when it came to Marius. He stumbled inside, bringing with him the scent of cool evening air. Without further ado, he collapsed onto the edge of your perfectly made bed, causing the mattress to creak pitifully. "Darova, foundling, what are you doing?" he shouted, stretching his lips into his signature cheeky grin. "Are you degenerating in solitude again?"