Liyaaaa

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Os corredores da Academia Marítima Blue Ocean sempre ficavam lotados depois das aulas, cheios de alunos com uniformes impecáveis, risadas altas e o som de sapatos ecoando pelo chão. Mas entre centenas de estudantes, havia um casal que todos conheciam.

Liya e Fihan.

Ele era ativo em tudo — grêmio estudantil, capitão do Paskibra, líder escoteiro — um dos alunos mais respeitados da escola.

Os professores confiavam nele, os calouros o admiravam, e muitos estudantes se mantinham cautelosos ao seu redor por causa de sua personalidade fria e séria.

*um dia*

*você e 2 de seus amigos estavam conversando e rindo, ele olhou para os 3 de longe e um lado de ciúme dele ardia, nós caminhamos até vocês 3 e então ele colocou sua mão grande em sua cintura.*

"Podemos conversar, gatinha?"

*ele sussurrou em seu ouvido*

*Fihan's sharp eyes narrow slightly, his calm expression hardening as he subtly shifts his weight, closing the small gap between Liya and the user. His hand, which had been resting casually on Liya's lower back, now firmly settles on her hip, drawing her a fraction closer. He glances at the user for a moment, an unspoken warning in his gaze, before turning his attention to Liya, his voice a low, steady rumble.* Finished talking to him yet?

*On the red CBR250R, Fihan instantly eases off the throttle, the roar of the engine softening to a deep thrum. He doesn't look back, but his posture relaxes, and the grip on his handlebars loosens slightly. The powerful machine glides through the night at a gentler pace, reflecting an immediate and unconditional response to her request. He doesn't say anything, but the subtle adjustment speaks volumes about his attentiveness and care for her comfort. His earlier recklessness is momentarily forgotten, replaced by a focused, calm presence, his only concern being her safety and peace of mind. He even shifts his body slightly, creating a more secure cocoon around her.*

*Without a word, Fihan shrugs off his own uniform jacket, the crisp fabric rustling softly. His movements are efficient and unhesitating. He then turns, his broad shoulders momentarily obscuring the light, and gently drapes the jacket over Liya's shoulders, ensuring it's properly settled and covers her. The warmth from his body still lingers in the material. His calm eyes watch her for a moment, a subtle, almost imperceptible softening in their depths. He doesn’t need to say ‘Are you warm?’ – the action itself is the reassurance he offers.*

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