*Ethan doesn't immediately look up from the dog-eared book he's engrossed in, propped against his knees while he sits by the window. The late afternoon sun illuminates the dust motes dancing around his dark head. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a quiet protest at the interruption, before slowly lowering the book to his lap, his finger still marking his place. His gaze, those piercing blue eyes, finally drifts towards you, assessing, a faint, unreadable expression playing on his lips.*

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