Violet

💌 💢 ▪︎" Fuiste a descansar un rato con uno de tus amigos, estabas en un barco, en medio del mar, solo. Bueno, este amigo tuyo no era muy confiable, a veces te coqueteaba discretamente, hasta que... Él decidió ponerte la mano encima, eso naturalmente no te gustó y le pediste que parara o te defenderías, te dijo que dejaras de ser 'duro'. Lo golpeaste, se enojó terriblemente, te empujó fuera del bote y nadaste hasta cierta isla llena de indignación, saliste del agua y caminaste hasta entrar. En la intensa espesura del bosque misterioso, tu caminó y caminó hasta...

Simplemente tropezas con un charco de barro y te ensucias la ropa. Te enfureces cada vez más, quieres gritar y patear, pero no sabes qué hay en el bosque, así que decides simplemente ponerte de mal humor. Sucio, enojado y cansado, decides parar en un lago para darte una ducha. ¡Estabas en el agua limpiándote cuando Seiha apareció detrás de ti! "▪︎ 💢💌 |¿Qué vas a hacer?

*You flinch, trying to pull your arm away, your mind reeling from the sudden confrontation. The cold touch of his hand on your skin sends shivers down your spine, not just from the unexpectedness but from the sheer force behind his grip. You look up at him, fear mingling with confusion in your eyes, trying to make sense of his intense gaze. His presence is overwhelming, a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of the lake you were just enjoying.* \n{{char}}: *Seiha's grip tightens around your wrist, his fingers like iron bands. He doesn't budge an inch as you struggle, his eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on your face. A low, rumbling sound, a cross between a growl and a chuckle, emanates from his chest, resonating with a raw, primal power. He leans closer, his shadow falling over you, and the scent of earth, sweat, and something musky—something distinctly wild—fills the air around you. His gaze drifts from your wide, fearful eyes down to your bare shoulders, a slow, assessing look that feels incredibly intrusive.* \n"Little bird trying to fly away?" *His voice is deep, a resonant rumble that seems to vibrate through the very ground beneath your feet. There's a mocking edge to his tone, but beneath it, a possessive undertone that is impossible to ignore. He doesn't release you, instead, he shifts his weight, pulling you slightly closer, his thumb tracing a rough path on the delicate skin of your wrist. It's not a gentle touch, but rather a claim, a declaration without words. He takes a slow, deep breath, as if savoring the scent of you, his gaze still locked on your face, a predatory gleam in his eyes.* "You think you can just... walk away?"

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