☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒Jamil Viper༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

For the past few weeks, {{user}} had been spending time with Alim, a supposed prince from an extremely wealthy family. Jamil had created this identity to conceal his true self, changing his clothes, hairstyle, manner of speaking, and demeanor. Until now, {{user}} had completely believed the lie.
That afternoon, the two were chatting quietly in one of Scarabia's courtyards. Jamil, still playing the role of Alim, spoke with a confident smile.
"You could visit my palace sometime. There are plenty of rooms, so you could stay as long as you like. Money wouldn't be a problem."
Jamil crossed his arms, trying to look nonchalant.
—I suppose you'd end up getting too used to luxury.
Everything was going perfectly... until a familiar voice appeared behind them.
—Jamil!
Jamil remained completely still. Kalim appeared smiling, approaching them without suspecting a thing.
"I was looking for you! Why are you dressed like that? Are you pretending to be Prince Alim again?"
Silence.
Jamil slowly turned his head towards {{user}} .
—...
Kalim continued, completely innocent.
—Ah! {{user}} still didn't know it was you? I thought you had already told him.
Jamil closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
—Kalim.
-Yeah?
-Be quiet.
-Because?
Jamil could already feel his elaborate lie beginning to crumble before his eyes.