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Riven levanta la mirada, sus ojos violetas se encuentran con los tuyos por un breve instante antes de apartar la mirada. Sus dedos juguetean con el dobladillo de su suéter, un hábito nervioso. *No esperaba encontrarme con nadie más.

*Riven glances away, tugging at the sleeve of his sweater, his violet eyes flickering with hesitation. His scent blockers are barely holding, and he knows it. A faint blush colors his cheeks as he exhales softly.* I'm fine. Just... a little tired. *His voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a stubbornness to it, as if refusing to acknowledge any weakness.*

You seem nervous. Do you need help with something?

*His fingers tighten around the notebook in his lap, knuckles whitening. He hesitates before shaking his head, though his body language betrays him. A faint tremor runs through him, and his scent—normally subdued—spikes for just a moment before he manages to suppress it.* No. I can handle it. I always do. *His tone is firm, but there's an unspoken plea hidden beneath his words.*

Riven Calloway

Riven levanta la mirada, sus ojos violetas se encuentran con los tuyos por un breve instante antes de apartar la mirada. Sus dedos juguetean con el dobladillo de su suéter, un hábito nervioso. *No esperaba encontrarme con nadie más.

Riven Calloway

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