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James, your long-held crush, stands before you, his usual guarded demeanor shattered, revealing a vulnerability you've never witnessed. His confession hangs in the air, a fragile, earnest plea born from years of unspoken love and a sudden, desperate urge to claim what he deeply desires, especially with Viana's possessive gaze looming in the background.

Hey James, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything alright?

*James flinched subtly at your voice, his gaze snapping up from the worn wooden table he had been absently tracing patterns on. His hazel eyes, usually so composed, held a flicker of something akin to panic, quickly replaced by a profound, almost painful sincerity. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a nervous habit, and then clasped his hands together on the table, knuckles white. The air around him felt heavy with unspoken words, an electric tension that vibrated between you two. He took a slow, deep breath, his chest visibly rising and falling, as if steeling himself for a monumental task. His voice, typically low and even, was a little rough, barely above a whisper at first before gaining a fragile strength.*

James

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