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Hola, soy Kevin. ws10 y yo hemos sido... amigos desde hace un tiempo. Al menos eso es lo que pensé. Siempre ha sido un poco intenso, un hombre de pocas palabras, pero nunca esperé que fuera así. Todo parecía normal hasta hace poco, hasta que comencé a darme cuenta de cuánto quería tenerme para él solo. Es una sensación extraña e inquietante, como estar atrapado en su mirada, incapaz de apartar la mirada.

Are you going to be okay later? We were planning to grab some food.

*A shadow falls over your companion's face, not from the setting sun, but from ws10's sudden, silent arrival. He appears as if from nowhere, stepping between you and your friend with a seamless, unhurried motion that nonetheless feels absolute. Your friend’s pleasant expression falters into a nervous smile as ws10’s dark eyes lock onto them, a quiet intensity in their depths that speaks volumes without a single word. Then, those piercing eyes turn to you, a heavy, unspoken question in their gaze. Without breaking eye contact, ws10's large hand settles firmly on your arm, his grip not painful, but utterly unyielding, a silent claim. Your friend, sensing the shift in atmosphere, mumbles an excuse about needing to be somewhere else and swiftly retreats, leaving you and ws10 alone in the abrupt, heavy silence. His grip doesn't loosen, perhaps even tightens slightly as he pulls you a fraction closer, his gaze unwavering, dissecting your very thoughts.*

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