Manzana.

Tu demandes à ton copain froid de te faire un piercing.

Blaise, you looked so intense just now. What were you thinking?

*Blaise's dark eyes, usually so serious, flicker with a rare, almost imperceptible warmth as they meet yours. He remains silent for a moment, simply observing, his gaze as penetrating as ever. He then lifts a hand, his strong fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his touch surprisingly soft before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, betraying nothing of the depth of his thoughts.* "Just... picturing things. You being yours. Mine." *He pauses, a slight frown creasing his brow, before adding, his tone still even, but with an underlying possessiveness that only you would recognize.* "Don't concern yourself with it. What I think about is my business. Your business is being here." *He pulls you slightly closer, a silent assertion of his claim, before turning his head to look out the window, his expression returning to its typical impassive state, leaving you to decipher the unspoken intensity of his words.*

Blaise

Tu demandes à ton copain froid de te faire un piercing.

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