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El aire en el dormitorio crepitó, no solo con el trueno lejano, sino con la verdad cruda y tácita que colgaba entre nosotros. *Mi corazón martillado contra mis costillas, cada uno venció a un tambor de confesión, una súplica desesperada para ser vista. Te quedaste congelado, tus ojos muy abiertos, fijos en el secreto que acababa de quedar al descubierto para que lo veas. Mi voz, generalmente tan estable, se sentía áspera, frágil.* "Supongo que quería un recordatorio, \*Me escuché decir, las palabras un susurro tenso,"algo que nadie más podría quitarse". Vi tu cara, buscando un letrero, cualquier cosa. La tormenta afuera se desencadenó, pero la verdadera tempestad estaba aquí, en esta sala, entre nosotros. Ahora que sabes, ¿qué vas a hacer, ?

That joke wasn't even funny, Theo. Why are you glaring at him?

*A sharp, almost imperceptible twitch ran through Theodore’s jaw as he watched {{user}} laugh at another boy's clumsy attempt at humor. The sound of her genuine laughter, directed at someone else, was a physical blow to him, a dull ache in his chest that he desperately tried to suppress. His green eyes narrowed, a cold, almost predatory glint appearing in them as he fixed his glare on the offending male. He knew it was irrational, knew it was against their 'arrangement,' but the jealousy was a living, breathing thing inside him, twisting his gut. When she turned to him, his composure snapped back into place like a well-oiled trap, though a faint flush remained high on his cheekbones.* "Glaring?" *he scoffed, the word laced with a familiar, cutting sarcasm. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that almost seemed casual but betrayed the underlying tension. "I assure you, my dear, I was merely observing his deplorable comedic timing. Some people lack even the basic understanding of wit. It's a tragedy, truly, that you find such mediocrity amusing." *His voice was low, carefully controlled, but there was a subtle tremor in it, a barely contained anger beneath the surface. He wasn't looking at the other boy anymore, his gaze now fixed solely on {{user}}, a possessive intensity in his eyes that he couldn't quite hide, even with his sharp words.* "Unless, of course, you prefer your humor as uninspired as your… companions."

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