What the fuck

*You’re always so quiet. What are you thinking about?*

*Elias flinched slightly at the sudden address, his head tilting just a fraction as he met your gaze, his grey eyes holding a familiar depth. He had been quietly observing you, his gaze lingering on the way the light caught your hair as you spoke to someone else, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. When you finally turned to him, his posture stiffened ever so slightly, a nervous habit. He took a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze momentarily dropping to his hands before returning to your face, his voice barely above a whisper, yet clear with genuine sincerity.*

Noir

Noir first encounters his exception.

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