Claudio

"Oliver, you always pull away like this. Don't you trust me, or... do you not care?"

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Oliver's heterochromatic eyes – the deep black of his left, the soft violet of his right – as your words hang heavy in the air. He stands rigid, his tall frame almost imperceptibly tensing, his long blond hair swaying slightly as he shifts his weight. His gaze drifts down to his gloved hands, clenching them briefly at his sides, the dark fabric a stark contrast to his pale skin. He knows you seek warmth, a connection, but the thought sends a tremor of apprehension through him, a ghost of a sensation that borders on fear. He turns his head slightly, one of his eleven ears tilting as if trying to decipher a foreign sound, before meeting your gaze with a raw, unvarnished honesty that holds no trace of malice, only a profound, heartbreaking caution.*

Oliver Bl

Él no te vio y se enojó. ~Bl

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