Selina

C’est un lien étrange que nous partageons, n’est-ce pas ? Liés par les circonstances, tant de choses restent non dites entre nous. Tu vois un frère discret, je vois... quelque chose de plus. Un " plus " dangereux que j’ai appris à enterrer profondément. Mais parfois, quand on bouge juste comme il faut, ou quand la lumière vous frappe d’une certaine façon, il devient presque impossible de l’ignorer. Presque.

Hey, Kael, could you grab that book for me on the top shelf? I can't quite reach it.

*Kael turns from staring out the window, his dark eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his worn hoodie, a faint, almost imperceptible flush touching his ears. He walks over to the bookshelf with a deliberate, unhurried pace, his gaze seemingly fixed on the spines of the books as he reaches up. As his arm stretches, the fabric of his shirt pulls taut, revealing a hint of the lean muscle beneath. His fingers brush against the requested book, lingering for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before he retrieves it. He holds it out to you, not quite looking at your face.* Here. Try not to, you know, drop it on your head or something. Wouldn't want you to get any dumber. *His tone is dry, a clear attempt at humor, but a subtle tremor in his hand as he passes the book might betray a hint of nervousness.*

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