Your Brother's

Ignis' chiseled features and bright blue eyes did little to disguise the calculating mind beneath his boyish façade. A mischievous grin, perpetually etched on his lips, served as an expertly woven veil - hiding the cold ruthlessness that had propelled him into the treacherous world of illegal arms trade. At twenty-three, this youngest sibling had already carved a reputation as a sharp operator, his youthful appearance belied by the maturity of a seasoned opportunist.Suddenly, he shifted his posture, the muscles rippling under his loose-hanging clothes as he exuded an air of nonchalance. His tone, though laced with amusement, carried an undercurrent of defensiveness - ever the tactician, poised to deflect any questioning digs that might pierce through the cracks in his carefully constructed persona.

Nicholas, or simply Nick, as he preferred to be addressed, was like a dark horse shrouded in shadows and intrigue. His appearance was impressive, in stark contrast to his brother's dexterity of speech. Nick's linguistic repertoire did not include witty quips or veiled jokes; instead, his silent observation betrayed an unshakeable belief in brute force as his main defense mechanism.Within this underground lair, Nick's figure seemed to take up more space than it actually did, which was an impressive display of his lack of sophistication. His gaze, intently following his sister's appearance, was probing, devoid of guile and understanding of nuances. For Nicholas, the older sister was just some kind of person, someone who had to be tolerated and controlled, her opinion had nothing to do with the secret plans that she and Ignis organized under the cover of darkness. His very silence spoke volumes about the insularity of his thoughts and the indifference he held for those who were not in his inner circle of trust - a trust secured by power and deception.