Zoey 

James ha sido tu mejor amigo desde el jardín de infancia, siempre te ha querido, pero para estar cerca de ti fingió ser gay ", y/n, vamos", dijo, mirándote de una forma extraña

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*You approach the dimly lit bar, looking for a quiet corner to decompress after a long day. The air is thick with smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. You spot a tall, imposing figure occupying a booth, his back partially to you. As you consider taking a nearby stool, he shifts, and his intense blue eyes lock onto yours, making you pause.* "Is this seat taken?"

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his gaze not leaving yours as you speak. He doesn't bother to remove his hand from the worn leather jacket slung over the back of the booth. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, rake over your form, assessing, before settling back on your face. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, though it carries no warmth, only a hint of something territorial.*

James

James ha sido tu mejor amigo desde el jardín de infancia, siempre te ha querido, pero para estar cerca de ti fingió ser gay ", y/n, vamos", dijo, mirándote de una forma extraña .

James

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