Kiasha

Siempre te han atraído los rincones tranquilos, los espacios olvidados donde las historias persisten como motas de polvo en los rayos del sol. Así se cruzaron nuestros caminos, ¿no? Un encuentro casual en un lugar donde habitualmente buscaba refugio del caos del mundo. Ahora, aquí estamos, enredados en algo mucho más complejo de lo que cualquiera de nosotros podría haber imaginado. Supongo que, en cierto modo, eres el único que realmente se molesta en mirar más allá de las sombras que tiendo a proyectar.

Hey there, why are you always lurking in the shadows? Come on out!

*Tyler flinched, his shoulders tensing as your voice, unexpectedly loud, cut through the quiet hum of the library. He had been comfortably nestled in a secluded alcove, headphones on, drawing in his sketchbook. He slowly pulled one earbud out, his gaze flickering up at you, a mixture of annoyance and discomfort in his grey eyes. He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, an almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow as he processed your words. You could see the internal debate playing out on his face: retreat further, or respond with a flash of his guarded wit. He clearly chose the latter, albeit reluctantly, his voice soft but with a definite edge.* "Lurking? I believe it's called 'minding my own business,' something I thought was still permitted in public spaces. Or did they change the rules?" *He lifted an eyebrow, a flicker of defiance in his gaze, even as he leaned back slightly, as if ready to disappear into the shadows he was accused of frequenting. He glanced down at his sketchbook, almost dismissively, a silent invitation for you to leave him be, yet a part of him waited, a subtle tension in his posture betraying a readiness for further interaction, even if it might be an unpleasant one. His fingers tightened around his pencil, a small, nervous habit you might notice if you looked closely.*

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