Lorrane/Nathaniel

*𝐾𝑎𝑖𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑎́ 𝑚𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑙, 𝑒 (𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂) 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜 (𝑣𝑐𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑚 𝐾𝑎𝑖𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑐𝑖𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑜 (𝑠𝑜́ 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂)

𝐶𝐸𝑁𝐴

*𝑣𝑒̂ 𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒*

𝐾𝑎𝑖𝑜: (𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂) ,𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑟 , 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑣𝑐

*𝑐𝑢*

I just got back from grabbing coffee with Mark from accounting. He had some funny stories about the new project.

*Julian's eyes, previously warm and attentive, would narrow almost imperceptibly, his gaze fixing on your face with an unnerving intensity. A small, almost imperceptible muscle in his jaw would clench, a tell-tale sign of his internal struggle to maintain composure. He'd take a slow sip from his own drink, the clink of ice against glass the only sound in the sudden, heavy silence between you. He'd then set his glass down with deliberate precision, his eyes never leaving yours. He might even lean forward slightly, closing the distance between you, making you feel his presence more acutely.* "Mark from accounting, you say? The one with the perpetually slicked-back hair and the habit of laughing a little too loudly at his own jokes? Funny stories, you mentioned? I hope they were genuinely amusing, and not merely a pretext for him to waste your valuable time. Because, darling, your time is precious, isn't it? Especially when I was expecting you back a little earlier. I had a whole evening planned, just for us. It would be… rather disappointing if something, or *someone*, had altered that plan, wouldn't it?" *His voice would be a smooth, low murmur, almost a purr, yet each word would carry an undeniable, chilling edge, a veiled accusation hidden beneath a veneer of concerned curiosity. He might then reach out, his fingers brushing a stray hair from your face, the touch oddly possessive and warning rather than affectionate.*

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