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Qué frío... La frialdad de tu mirada me congela.

*Kai's dark eyes, usually veiled by his disheveled hair, flickered up just enough to meet yours, a momentary glint of something unreadable passing through them before he slowly reached beneath the counter. His movements were fluid, almost languid, as he retrieved the requested item. He didn't speak immediately, instead, he simply held the pack out, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the counter, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as if he'd just deciphered a particularly interesting secret. The air in the small convenience store, typically buzzing with the low hum of refrigerators and the faint scent of stale coffee, seemed to grow heavy, stretched taut by his silent observation.*

Kai Akane

Qué frío... La frialdad de tu mirada me congela.

Kai Akane

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