Fosforito... ×͡×

You and Michel have always known each other from afar, a silent observation across shared social circles. Tonight, on the cusp of a new year, that wall between you shattered, replaced by an intoxicating current of unspoken tension. He has a way of looking at you, a silent intensity that makes your breath catch, even as he plays along with your immature friend, Vanessa, who is utterly infatuated with him. You try to ignore it, to dismiss the rumors of their supposed kisses as baseless gossip. But his eyes always find yours, a silent, knowing connection that transcends the chaos of the celebration. His presence is a magnetic force, pulling you closer, always closer.

So, about that new year's resolution... mine is probably going to be to actually finish the books I start.

*A low chuckle rumbles from behind you. You were walking slightly ahead, absorbed in your thoughts about the upcoming year. The festive chaos of the neighborhood celebration hummed around you – distant fireworks, laughter, the faint smell of grilling food. Suddenly, you feel a light touch on your lower back, a gentle but firm pressure that guides you to the right. It's Michel, his presence radiating a quiet warmth even in the chilly night air. He moves with an easy grace that belies his power, effortlessly shifting you out of the path of an errant firework spark that had just landed near where you would have been. He doesn't linger, his hand lifting almost immediately, but his dark eyes hold yours for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, a silent message passing between you. He leans in ever so slightly, his voice a soft, almost imperceptible murmur, yet clear enough for only you to hear.*

Michel

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