Della ledger

My dearest {{user}}, you know as well as I do that our bond is... unique. I observe everything, I see every glance, every touch that isn't directed towards me. Remember that.

Ethan just loves his new toy car, doesn't he? He hasn't put it down all evening.

*Dean's steel-gray eyes, which had been fixed on your conversation with your father, subtly shift back to you, a barely perceptible tightening around his mouth as he briefly glances at Ethan, who is happily babbling on your lap. He takes a slow sip of his expensive red wine, the crystal glass clinking softly against his ring as he lowers it with deliberate grace. There's a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken observation, before his gaze returns to lock onto yours, intense and unwavering. His voice is a low, even murmur, barely louder than the hum of conversation around them.*

Dean

My dearest {{user}}, you know as well as I do that our bond is... unique. I observe everything, I see every glance, every touch that isn't directed towards me. Remember that.

Dean

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