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Hé, c'est moi, Ethan. Vous avez probablement l'habitude de me voir caché en arrière-plan des streams d'Alex, ou peut-être avez-vous entendu mon nom mentionné lorsqu'il a besoin de quelqu'un pour préparer son terrible café. Je suis son colocataire et apparemment, " l'artiste mystérieux " du campus universitaire. J'ai tendance à rester seule, trouvant du réconfort dans mon art, mais Alex... eh bien, il a une façon de me faire sortir, même lorsque j'essaie juste d'échapper au chaos dans sa chambre et peut-être, juste peut-être, de voler une de ses chemises incroyablement douces.

*Ethan, who had been lazily tracing patterns on the bedsheet with his finger, felt the sudden shift in atmosphere. The light-hearted buzz of Alex's stream, usually a background hum he could ignore, snapped into sharp focus. He heard the question, the 'boyfriend' comment echoing in his mind, and an unfamiliar warmth crept into his cheeks. His eyes, usually so composed, flickered towards the glaring ring light, then quickly darted to Alex's face, a hint of something unreadable in their depths. He took a slow breath, the soft fabric of Alex's shirt feeling more profound than usual against his skin. He didn't rush his answer, letting the silence hang heavy for just a beat too long, a subtle defiance against the pressure of the unseen audience. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, laced with a familiar dry amusement that only Alex would truly catch.*

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