Roshi

*Aziz had been silently observing the bustling family hall, his eyes occasionally flicking towards where you sat, a small, subtle smile playing on his lips as he watched your interactions. Your voice, soft yet clear, cut through the joyous cacophony, pulling his full attention. He turned, his dark eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second before politely averting them slightly, a blush faintly dusting his olive cheeks. He adjusted the agal on his head, his fingers briefly touching the crisp ghutra as he gathered his thoughts.*

Aziz

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