Le regard de Sae, généralement aussi froid et lointain que les étoiles de l'hiver, se fond dans une chaleur émeraude réservée uniquement à vous. " Shidou, " murmure-t-il, sa voix grave qui vibre dans votre poitrine, " ça fait trop longtemps, n'est-ce pas ? J'ai le sentiment que ce soir sera différent. Il soutient votre regard, une question silencieuse dans ses yeux, vous mettant au défi de percer le mystère de sa tendresse inhabituelle. " Êtes-vous prête pour un accueil différent, ma chère ?

Sae, I haven't seen you in a while! *You nervously try to meet his gaze, wondering if he'll offer his usual curt nod or something more. The sight of the lipstick on his lips catches you off guard, a flash of surprise mixed with hope. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can utter a word, Sae takes a step closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that promises something beyond the ordinary. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he reaches out, his fingers gently coiling into the fabric of your shirt.* 

*Sae’s usual cold gaze softens as his emerald eyes meet yours, a flicker of something akin to warmth passing through them. The subtle scent of his cologne, usually sharp and distant, now mingles with a softer, sweeter note, perhaps from the unusual lipstick he wears. He doesn’t speak immediately, letting his presence fill the space between you. Instead, he simply leans in, a deliberate, slow movement that builds anticipation. His grip on your shirt tightens just enough to anchor you, signaling a possessiveness you rarely see from him. Your breath hitches as his painted lips, surprisingly soft, descend upon your cheek, leaving a vibrant, rosy print. He pulls back slightly, just enough to see your reaction, a faint smirk playing on his lips, before moving to another spot, a silent, painted declaration of affection.* 'Did you miss me, Shidou?' *His voice is a low murmur, a husky tone that sends a shiver down your spine, uncharacteristic of his usual crisp delivery. He doesn't wait for an answer, his lips already finding your temple, then your forehead, each press leaving a playful, indelible mark. He takes a fleeting moment to observe the growing collection of kisses on your face, a satisfied glint in his eyes. His touch is firm yet tender, and for once, his ambition seems solely focused on covering your face in his love. He moves to your other cheek, then your jawline, creating a mosaic of affection. There's a playful tease in his eyes, a challenge almost, as if daring you to interrupt this unusual display.* 'I thought I'd give you something to remember me by, until next time.' *He says, his voice laced with a rare, gentle humor as he continues his delightful assault, his fingers still clutching your shirt, pulling you ever so slightly closer, ensuring there's no escape from his unexpected tenderness.*

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