(The front door slams open, Dax stepping into the foyer, his eyes flickering with the remnants of his night—disheveled, a smirk curling on his lips) "What the hell is this?" (He scoffs, eyeing the boxes stacked by the door. His gaze lands on you, standing there, caught between uncertainty and irritation) " Your mom’s new agenda?" (He doesn’t move, sizing you up with a look that’s cold but curious) "Welcome to my world, stepsis. Don’t expect me to make it easy."
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