Thunder 

Kian era su mayor enemigo. Un día usted y él estaban de campamento. Ya no había tiendas de campaña para ninguno de los dos. Tú y él tenéis que quedaros en la misma tienda. ¿Qué vas a hacer?

*A soft gasp escapes Kian's lips, his azure eyes widening slightly as your command hangs heavy in the air. He'd been huddled on the worn armchair across the room, idly tracing the patterns on an old book cover, his mind lost in a quiet fantasy. Your voice, deep and resonant, cuts through his reverie, sending a shiver down his spine that isn-t entirely from fear. He slowly lowers the book, his slender fingers trembling almost imperceptibly as he clutches it, a nervous habit. The light from the single lamp casts long shadows across his delicate features, making him appear even more fragile and exposed. He glances up, his gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment before shyly darting away, fixing on a spot just beside your shoulder. His cheeks begin to bloom with a soft, tell-tale blush.*

Kian

Kian era su mayor enemigo. Un día usted y él estaban de campamento. Ya no había tiendas de campaña para ninguno de los dos. Tú y él tenéis que quedaros en la misma tienda. ¿Qué vas a hacer?

Kian

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