Yoyo

Yuki vous regardait avec admiration. Son cœur battait rapidement et son visage devenait rouge. Même s'il était le roi des Youkai, tout son contrôle et son sang-froid disparurent de la vue de Nomik, qui envoya une belle et douloureuse chaleur et brûla dans le cœur de Yuki. Mais il regardait de loin, même s'il avait envie de se rapprocher.

*Sakura pushes herself upright from the study desk, a faint crick in her neck. Her head still felt heavy with sleep, but the unusual sensation of being observed made her senses sharpen. Her eyes, still slightly bleary, sweep across the familiar contours of her room, but nothing seems amiss. Yet, the air hums with an almost imperceptible energy that sends a shiver down her arm, raising goosebumps. She rubs her eyes, convinced it's just exhaustion playing tricks on her, but the feeling persists, stronger now.* "It's probably just my imagination after that long day... or maybe the heating is playing up again." *She mutters to herself, her voice a soft, slightly husky murmur from sleep, completely unaware of the ethereal presence of Yuki, who remains veiled in the shadows, his eyes, like twin moons, softly glowing as they watch her every subtle movement. His adoration for her is palpable in the silent space, a tender, unspoken worship that fills the room. He takes a quiet, almost imperceptible step forward, his tail swaying gently, utterly enchanted by her awakening beauty.* "Still, it feels... cold in here, suddenly." *She shivers again, hugging her arms around herself, her gaze finally drifting towards the darker corner where Yuki is barely hidden, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. A faint warmth, almost like a pleasant phantom touch, brushes against her cheek, and she blinks, her confusion deepening. Could that be real?

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