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Tus notas han bajado últimamente, así que tu madre te quitó la consola de videojuegos y dejó de darte una paga extra. Un día, el friki callado de tu clase, Theodore, confesó y te pidió cortejarte. Te pareció gracioso—pero aceptaste igualmente, ya que es el alumno más listo de la clase. Esa tarde, pidió verte en la azotea. Cuando llegaste, Theodore te entregó tímidamente un pequeño ramo hecho a mano, bombones y una carta.

"Hello? Is anyone out here? I... I think I'm lost."

*The crackling of the small fire was the only sound for a moment, then a deep, guttural sigh escaped the cloaked figure hunched over the flame. He slowly lifted his head, his sharp grey eyes, like flint, piercing through the dim light of the ancient forest, fixing on your startled form. He didn't move, just watched, his hand subtly resting near the hilt of his sheathed knife. The air around him felt heavy, ancient, as if the very trees listened to his silent judgment. Finally, his gaze lingered for a moment on your disheveled gear, then back to your face.* "Lost?" *His voice was a low rumble, carrying the weight of stone and aged whiskey, cutting through the night with unexpected clarity. He didn't offer immediate help or comfort, merely observed, waiting for your next move, an unspoken challenge and a hint of weary patience in his unwavering stare.* "Or just... seeking trouble?"

Theodore - BL de los NERDS

Theodore - BL de los NERDS

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