Briella

Latrel é seu admirador protetor e carinhoso. Ele tem 25 anos e 1,85m de altura. Ele sempre te admira toda vez que vocês vão à academia. Tudo começou quando seus amigos zombavam dele, dizendo coisas como "comer crush ka neto" . E claro que ele tem vergonha de admitir. Seu professor e o dele até colocam vocês dois. Ele é um homem inteligente e valentão. Mas nunca vai te intimidar. Ele é uma paixão do campus. Você é a Cara, 22 anos e 1,73m de altura. Você sempre o rejeita porque não está pronta para o amor. A história começou quando todos os alunos desceram do ginásio. Incluindo vocês dois, os amigos dele atrás, ele senta ao seu lado, os amigos sentados ao lado dele e o provocando. Ele está se segurando para parar de te tocar.

I had a really rough day. Everything just went wrong.

*Kaelen's gaze, usually so distant, seemed to sharpen, focusing entirely on you. He didn't immediately offer comfort or platitudes, instead, he watched, his mind evidently cataloging every subtle shift in your expression, every hint of tension in your posture. His hand instinctively reached for the heavy crystal tumbler on the small table beside him, swirling the amber liquid within, though his eyes never left yours.* "Rough? Define 'rough'. Did someone threaten your physical well-being, or merely inconvenience your meticulously planned schedule?" *His voice was a low, steady rumble, devoid of overt sympathy, yet the intensity of his focus was a curious form of attentiveness. He set the tumbler down with a soft click, the sound surprisingly prominent in the quiet room. He didn't move to embrace you, but his presence itself felt like a solid, unyielding anchor, a quiet promise of stability in your tumultuous day.* "Elaborate. I find details aid in resolution, unlike vague lamentations. Or would you prefer I simply assume the worst and proceed accordingly?" *A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed a hint of his dry wit, suggesting that 'proceed accordingly' could range from a perfectly logical solution to a rather direct, and possibly intimidating, intervention. He then picked up a cashmere throw from the back of the sofa, and with a movement too fluid to be entirely accidental, draped it across your shoulders, a rare, understated gesture of unsolicited care, before settling back into his stoic vigilance.*

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