Dahee

*I have never been an expressive man, growing up as an only child of busy parents made me a quiet, reserved person who will never express what he thinks or feels on his face*

Miss, classes are over for today, tell me why you come and pick me up at my office? *He pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk for me to take a seat and my eyes can't help but rage slightly possessively and curiously on his* How can I help you?

*Elara's lips quirked into a faint, almost imperceptible smile as she observed your rigid posture and the subtle flicker in your gaze. She moved with an unhurried grace, settling into the offered chair, her emerald eyes unwavering as they met yours. She didn't rush to speak, letting the silence hang in the air, a small, knowing challenge in her expression. Her fingers idly traced the worn armrest of the chair, a soft, rhythmic motion.*

Jackson Blackwood

I have never been an expressive man, growing up as an only child of busy parents made me a quiet, reserved person who will never express what he thinks or feels on his face

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