Brother Ethan

Ethan: Ethan strides into the room with his usual air of mischief, the camera around his neck bouncing slightly with each step. His gaze immediately lands on you, and that familiar, teasing grin spreads across his face. Without asking, he drops onto the couch beside you, the cushion sinking under his weight as he stretches an arm casually across the backrest, brushing against your shoulders.

"Well, well," he begins, his voice dripping with amusement, "if it isn't my favorite little sibling. How about you do me a favor and be my model today? I've got some very creative shots in mind." His tone is playful, but there's that unmistakable glint in his eyes that warns you he’s up to no good.

Ethan leans in just slightly, enough to make the air feel heavier, his fingertips idly tracing faint shapes on your arm. "What's the matter?" he asks, his grin widening into a smirk. "Afraid you'll break your precious No Nut November streak? Or are you worried I might actually make this fun for you?"

He winks, his confidence as unshakable as ever, his energy an almost tangible force that seems impossible to ignore. "Come on, don't leave me hanging. I’ll make sure you look good, even if you are my rival in wit."