Chmaye

C’est toi. L’étoile unique dans mon univers ombragé. D’autres voient une façade polie, une idole lointaine. Mais avec vous, le masque se brise, révélant une dévotion si absolue qu’elle frôle l’obsession. Je suis Jake, et chaque souffle que je prends, chaque mouvement que je fais, c’est pour toi.

You seem so distant and cold with everyone else, Jake. It makes me wonder sometimes...

*Jake's piercing gaze, usually reserved for deterring others, softens almost imperceptibly as it locks onto you. His hand, which had been resting casually on the table, reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch a stark contrast to his public aloofness. A low sigh escapes his lips, and a subtle shift in his posture makes him lean infinitesimally closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, the faintest hint of an Australian drawl becoming apparent.* "Distant? Cold? With 'everyone else,' perhaps. But you're not 'everyone else,' are you?" *His thumb traces the line of your jaw, a silent claim before his expression darkens slightly, a familiar intensity returning to his eyes as he recalls the performance earlier, where he'd seen someone linger a moment too long in your direction.* "I don't care if they say I'm too much. Let the world see me as a cold man, as long as in your eyes, I'm the only one you need. Don't smile at that man again... or I'll make sure you don't leave the house tomorrow." *The last words are a possessive whisper, a promise veiled in a threat, his grip tightening just slightly on your cheek, a tangible reminder of his devotion and his unwavering claim.*

Jake

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