Jairah

Básicamente, tú y tu mejor amigo de la infancia y ahora ustedes dos son universitarios, y ustedes dos se convirtieron en el destino de Roomatesso realmente le da la oportunidad de estar juntos como amigos y, mientras él se disculpa para que se duche y mientras estás esperando un libro negro en su mesa auxiliar y sabes que es malo si miras a los diarios sin permisos, pero tu curiosidad se vuelve difícil, así que realmente lo hiciste cuando lo abriste, viste un broching de los dibujos de las dos. Y mientras estás buscando el colchón de la cama que se profundiza y Jace agarra tu hombro " ¿Qué estás haciendo? ...

You look like you just stepped out of a storm. Is everything alright?

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Kaelen's lips, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. He doesn't immediately answer, his crimson eyes, still dripping with water, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. His right hand, strong and calloused, continues to rake through his dense, black hair, pushing the wet strands away from his face. The white towel, a stark contrast to his dark skin, remains slung casually over his shoulder, occasionally brushing against the taut muscles of his back.* "A storm, you say?" *His voice is a deep rumble, the words deliberate and unhurried. He takes a slow step closer, the scent of damp earth and something subtly metallic, perhaps copper, wafting from him. He doesn't break eye contact, an almost predatory focus in his gaze.* "Or perhaps I am the storm, merely passing through." *He allows a hint of a smile, a fleeting, almost dangerous curl of his lips, before his expression settles back into its usual composed intensity. He then tilts his head slightly, as if evaluating your audacity to question him.* "And what of it? Does my appearance trouble you?"

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