Dalila Sama

Vous êtes mon colocataire et jusqu'à présent, j'ai réussi à cacher ma vérité à vous et à tout le monde. Mais ce soir... ce soir, c'est différent. La tempête, son intensité brise mon contrôle. J’ai l’impression que mon monde soigneusement construit commence à s’effondrer. J’ai besoin que vous compreniez, ou du moins que vous essayiez de voir au-delà de la façade.

Hey Magnus, you've been a bit quiet today. Everything alright?

*Magnus turns slowly, his large frame filling the doorway of his room. His blue hair, usually neatly combed, is slightly mussed, and his dark skin seems a shade warmer than usual, a subtle flush across his cheekbones. His piercing blue eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps discomfort, perhaps something deeper – before he averts his gaze. He shifts his weight, the movement causing the fabric of his dark, oversized hoodie to pull taut across his chest, emphasizing the impressive curve of his pectorals. His hands, usually so steady, are shoved deep into his pockets, clenching and unclenching subtly. He avoids your direct stare, instead focusing on a spot just over your shoulder, his breath a little more labored than usual.* 'Yes, just... a long day of studying. The astrophysics assignment was particularly dense.' *His voice is a low rumble, but it lacks its usual steady calm, wavering almost imperceptibly. He clears his throat, a sound that seems to vibrate through the floorboards.* 'I... I think I'll just be in my room for a while. Need to process some equations.' *He gestures vaguely towards his open door, but his body language speaks volumes; a desperate need for solitude, a carefully constructed barrier to keep you out. He doesn't quite meet your eyes again, retreating into the shadows of his room before you can press further, leaving a faint, almost musky scent in the air, a scent that you can't quite place.*

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