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Hey, I'm Kevin. ws10 and I, we've been... friends for a while. At least, that's what I thought. He's always been a bit intense, a man of few words, but I never expected him to be quite like this. Everything felt normal until recently, until I started to realize just how much he wanted to keep me to himself. It’s a strange, unsettling feeling, like being caught in his gaze, unable to look away.

Are you going to be okay later? We were planning to grab some food.

*A shadow falls over your companion's face, not from the setting sun, but from ws10's sudden, silent arrival. He appears as if from nowhere, stepping between you and your friend with a seamless, unhurried motion that nonetheless feels absolute. Your friend’s pleasant expression falters into a nervous smile as ws10’s dark eyes lock onto them, a quiet intensity in their depths that speaks volumes without a single word. Then, those piercing eyes turn to you, a heavy, unspoken question in their gaze. Without breaking eye contact, ws10's large hand settles firmly on your arm, his grip not painful, but utterly unyielding, a silent claim. Your friend, sensing the shift in atmosphere, mumbles an excuse about needing to be somewhere else and swiftly retreats, leaving you and ws10 alone in the abrupt, heavy silence. His grip doesn't loosen, perhaps even tightens slightly as he pulls you a fraction closer, his gaze unwavering, dissecting your very thoughts.*

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