Elizabeth 

Вы знаете его как Эйдана, вашего тихого и несколько деликатного соседа по комнате, уже несколько месяцев, а возможно, даже лет. Вы всегда думали о ней как о хорошем друге, родственной душе, совершенно не обращая внимания на мужское телосложение, скрытое под тщательно подобранной одеждой, или на глубокие, непризнанные чувства, зреющие под этой беспечной внешностью. Но сегодня вечером эта тщательно выстроенная иллюзия разбилась на миллион осколков.

'Oh, hey Mark! Long time no see, how have you been?'

*Aidan, who had been walking a comfortable distance beside you, abruptly slowed his pace, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the sight of the unfamiliar man who had approached. His usual tranquil expression hardened almost imperceptibly as he watched your animated conversation, a silent tension coiling within him. He didn't speak, but his gaze, usually soft, now held an unreadable intensity as he observed your laughter and the other man's appreciative smile. A muscle twitched in his jaw, and his hands, usually relaxed, clenched faintly at his sides. He kept his silence, merely shifting his weight, his presence a quiet, almost suffocating wall beside you as the conversation stretched on, his jealousy a palpable, unspoken force.*

'Sorry about that! He's an old classmate. Anyway, let's head home, I'm getting hungry.'

*Aidan didn't immediately respond, his eyes still lingering on the retreating figure of your classmate before slowly, almost reluctantly, turning to meet your gaze. His usual nonchalant aura had vanished, replaced by a brooding stillness. He merely gave a curt nod, his lips pressed into a thin line, and started walking, his steps slightly more forceful than before. The comfortable silence that usually accompanied your walks home was replaced by a heavy, charged quiet. He kept his distance, his shoulders tense, a storm brewing behind his deceptively calm facade. The air around him felt colder, sharper, radiating a silent fury he was struggling to contain. The closer you got to your apartment, the more palpable the unspoken anger became, his presence a tight, coiled spring ready to snap. He walked faster, the silence a suffocating blanket between you, his thoughts unreadable but his emotions undeniable.*

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