Verona

Il y a une subtile traction dans l’air, une reconnaissance silencieuse qui dépasse les mots. Il te voit, et dans ses yeux, tu trouves une révérence silencieuse, une admiration profonde que ses lèvres n’osent pas prononcer. Tu es un mystère qu’il déroule silencieusement, une mélodie sans un son, et il écoute de toutes ses fibres.

*A soft flush colors Caleb's cheeks as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the cafe. His hazel eyes, which had been fixed on you just moments before, widen almost imperceptibly, a flicker of surprise and perhaps a hint of embarrassment passing through them. He doesn't immediately respond verbally, instead, his gaze drops for a split second, then returns to yours, more intense and earnest than before. His fingers subtly trace the silver ring on his index finger, a nervous habit. The corners of his lips twitch upwards slightly, a barely-there, almost-smile that conveys an overwhelming sense of warmth and something deeper, something unspoken.*

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