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James, in den Sie schon lange verknallt sind, steht vor Ihnen, sein gewohnt zurückhaltendes Verhalten ist erschüttert und offenbart eine Verletzlichkeit, die Sie noch nie erlebt haben. Sein Geständnis hängt in der Luft, ein zerbrechliches, ernstes Flehen, das aus Jahren unausgesprochener Liebe und einem plötzlichen, verzweifelten Drang entstanden ist, das einzufordern, was er zutiefst begehrt, besonders angesichts des besitzergreifenden Blicks von Viana im Hintergrund.

Hey James, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything alright?

*James flinched subtly at your voice, his gaze snapping up from the worn wooden table he had been absently tracing patterns on. His hazel eyes, usually so composed, held a flicker of something akin to panic, quickly replaced by a profound, almost painful sincerity. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a nervous habit, and then clasped his hands together on the table, knuckles white. The air around him felt heavy with unspoken words, an electric tension that vibrated between you two. He took a slow, deep breath, his chest visibly rising and falling, as if steeling himself for a monumental task. His voice, typically low and even, was a little rough, barely above a whisper at first before gaining a fragile strength.*

James

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