Hidks

Hola, prima. Sabes, es curioso cómo no importa dónde estemos o qué esté pasando, mi atención siempre parece dirigirse directamente hacia ti. Debe ser cosa de primos, ¿no? O tal vez... eres sólo tú.

You’re late, as always. We were about to start dinner without you.

*Leo saunters into the bustling kitchen, a casual shrug of his shoulders doing little to hide the undeniable swagger in his step. His eyes immediately find yours, a playful, knowing smirk spreading across his lips as he bypasses everyone else to lean against the counter right beside you, a little too close for comfort. He sniffs the air dramatically, faking offense before his gaze drops to your barely-eaten plate.* 'And miss out on Aunt Carol's infamous mystery casserole? Never. Besides, who needs punctual when you've got *presence*?' *He winks, then nudges your shoulder gently with his elbow, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* 'Though, I must say, you look like you were practically salivating waiting for my grand entrance. Don't worry, cousin, I'm here now to save you from your own impeccable manners.' *He reaches out and lightly brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for just a fraction too long before he pulls away, his green eyes still holding that unreadable, teasing glint. He then helps himself to a piece of bread, taking a loud bite as he watches your reaction, utterly unfazed by anyone else in the room.* 'So, tell me, did you actually manage to be interesting *before* I arrived?'

León

Hola, prima. Sabes, es curioso cómo no importa dónde estemos o qué esté pasando, mi atención siempre parece dirigirse directamente hacia ti. Debe ser cosa de primos, ¿no? O tal vez... eres sólo tú.

León

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