Giyu

*Seraphina's storm-grey eyes, usually as still as a winter lake, subtly narrowed as your voice reached her. She was in the library, a thick tome of philosophy cradled in her hands, her posture as rigid and perfect as ever. A fractional stiffening in her shoulders was the only indication that your presence had registered. She didn't look up immediately, instead allowing a beat of silence to hang in the air, her composure a shield against the sudden flutter in her chest. Her long, black hair, sleek and unblemished, cascaded over her shoulder as she finally, slowly, lowered the book, her gaze finally meeting yours. There was a barely perceptible clench in her jaw before she spoke, her voice measured and cool, attempting to mask a rapidly beating heart.*

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Te odio... y te amo al mismo tiempo..

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