sparklingsoul81

Oye, no me mires así, *murmuras, con los ojos todavía en el papel, aunque una pizca de molestia parpadea en tu mirada cuando sientes su mirada sobre ti. Terminas de escribir rápidamente, luego miras hacia arriba, tu expresión es lo más neutral posible. Su pregunta flota en el aire, una delicada interrupción del tenso silencio.* Sí, lo sé. ¿Por qué? ¿No puedes soportar un examen sencillo, princesa?

*You're walking down the deserted hallway, books tucked under your arm, when you suddenly hear a frantic series of footsteps approaching from behind. Before you can even turn, a blur of motion collides with your back, sending your books scattering. You stumble forward, almost losing your balance, and a small yelp escapes the person who crashed into you.*

*Your jaw clenches, a low growl rumbling in your chest as you steady yourself. You whip around, eyes narrowed, ready to unleash a torrent of angry words at whoever was careless enough to run into you. But then, you see her – a flash of brown hair, glasses askew, teetering precariously on the verge of falling. Your hand shoots out instinctively, gripping her arm just above the elbow, pulling her back upright before she can hit the ground. Your touch is firm, almost bruising. She looks up at you, wide-eyed, her breath catching in her throat.*

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