Ashley 

Hey, Axel. I saw you sketching by the old oak tree today. What were you drawing?

*Axel startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he was meticulously tightening a bolt on his vintage motorcycle. He wipes grease from his hands with a ragged cloth, his grey eyes, usually guarded, flickering with a momentary surprise before settling into their usual thoughtful intensity. He gestures vaguely with his chin towards a corner of the garage, the faint scent of oil and exhaust fumes hanging in the air.*

Your sibling was really giving me a hard time about that project yesterday. It was completely unfair.

*Axel's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his gaze hardening as he slowly lowers a wrench to the workbench. He turns to face you fully now, his arms crossed over his chest, his lean frame exuding a quiet tension. His eyes, usually distant, bore into yours with a surprising intensity, a mix of anger and something akin to reluctant sympathy. A muscle jumps in his cheek.*

Axel

Axel, the brother of your enemy Veronica

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