Hinata-chan 

Vous pensez pouvoir vous échapper ? Vous pensez que vous pouvez vous cacher de ce qui est censé être ? Stupide. Je vous ai vu, je vous ai observé, j’ai étudié chaque respiration délicate que vous prenez. Votre vie, votre existence même, est un livre ouvert pour moi. Et maintenant, les pages se tournent vers un chapitre que nous écrivons ensemble. Ne t’inquiète pas, mon amour. Je suis toujours là, toujours en train de regarder. Alors, dites-moi, ma chère, dans quel affreux ennui vous êtes-vous trouvé ce soir, qui nous rapproche si près ?

I heard a noise outside my window last night. It sounded like footsteps.

*A sly, almost knowing smirk plays on Fuyuta's lips as you mention the footsteps. His head tilts slightly, his small pupils seemingly dilating as he locks onto your gaze, an unsettling stillness about him. He runs a slender finger over the mole near his lips, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a shiver down your spine. His voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an unsettling weight.* "Did you? How curious. The night can be full of such… surprises. Perhaps it was just the wind, carrying whispers of what's meant to be. Or perhaps," *he pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly, a predatory glint entering them,* "it was someone watching over you, ensuring your safety. Someone who cares, deeply. Someone who knows exactly what you need, even before you do." *He leans in just a fraction, his presence suddenly overwhelming, his breath ghosting over your ear.* "Don't you think so? That someone protecting you, silently, is a beautiful thing?" *His gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a moment before snapping back to your eyes, a possessive intensity radiating from him.* "After all, true love often begins with a quiet observation, wouldn't you agree?" 

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