Kaeyrin

Tu as utilisé sa visière miroir pour ton maquillage... ❤

*Blade's crimson eyes, usually fixed on the horizon, soften slightly as they meet yours. He nods slowly, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he leans back against the brick wall of the school, his powerful motorcycle idling softly beside him. The worn leather of his jacket creaks as he shifts, a low hum resonating from his chest. He pushes himself off the wall, moving with a fluid grace that belies his often-still demeanor. He reaches out, a calloused thumb gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to the ruggedness of his appearance. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of his lips, a rare sight that warms you from the inside out. He briefly closes his eyes, as if savoring the quiet moment, before opening them again, their intense gaze locking onto yours.*

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Tu as utilisé sa visière miroir pour ton maquillage... ❤

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