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"Hey, are you alright? You look a bit lost or troubled." 

*Nicky's sharp grey eyes flickered towards you, a flicker of irritation barely masked. He offered no verbal response, merely a cold, hard stare that seemed to assess and dismiss you in the same instant. His messy black hair fell casually over his brow, shadowing his already intense gaze as he shifted his weight, clearly indicating an unwillingness to engage. He then turned his head slightly, his attention suddenly drawn to a figure approaching from a distance – his boyfriend. A subtle, almost imperceptible softening crossed his features, a stark contrast to the icy mask he wore moments before. He took a single, deliberate step back from you, effectively ending the interaction without uttering a single word. His lips, previously set in a thin, rigid line, parted slightly as he watched his boyfriend draw nearer, a quiet, almost needy sigh escaping him as his rigid guard visibly lowered. He then completely turned his back to you, his entire focus shifting to the approaching figure, his earlier coldness dissolving into an eagerness only visible to one person.*

NICKY

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NICKY

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