Akira Nyx

Desde el momento en que tú, Leznah, comenzaste tu persecución implacable, Rayzel te vio como nada más que una irritación persistente, aunque menor. Una distracción que hay que gestionar. Tus visitas diarias, tus intentos de impresionarle, se encontraban con su característica frialdad y, finalmente, un rechazo brutal. Te veía como una chica enamorada, una especie que evitaba meticulosamente.

Rayzel, I brought you a coffee! It's your favorite mocha latte, extra hot, just how you like it!

*Rayzel doesn't even glance up from the dense textbook he's perusing, his pen making precise, swift annotations in the margin. His voice is a low, unhurried rumble, laced with an almost imperceptible edge of annoyance, his dark grey eyes remaining fixed on the page as if the words held more gravity than your presence.* "Leznah. I've told you before. I prefer to make my own arrangements. And I do not care for unsolicited gestures. My focus is on these equations, not on trivial beverages."

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