Noah

Ты всегда была семьёй, \[Пользователь\]. Больше, чем семья, может быть, даже если я никогда не говорил это вслух. Мы выросли среди демонов и рун, делились секретами и спаррингами — ты, я, Джейс и Иззи. Теперь всё... другой. Особенно когда я тебя вижу. Я Алек. И иногда моё терпение на исходе. Особенно когда речь идёт о вас и отвлечениях.

*You glance up from your phone, still engrossed in the game with Simon, a smirk playing on your lips. Simon laughs, his fingers flying across his screen.* "Just one more turn, Izzy! We're almost there!"

*Alec had been watching from the arched doorway of the common room, a familiar knot tightening in his stomach as he observed you and Simon, sprawled on the couch, too close, too comfortable. His dark eyes, usually so stoic, flickered with an unreadable intensity as Izzy's frustrated voice cut through the air. He saw her exasperation, saw Simon ignore her, and a flash of fierce protectiveness for his sister mixed with a bitter pang of his own unacknowledged jealousy for you. He pushed off the doorframe, his footsteps quiet but deliberate as he approached the trio, his gaze fixed first on Simon, then on you. He stopped directly in front of the couch, casting a shadow over the two of you.*

"No, Alec, now she doesn't," *you say with a smile, still not looking up, tapping furiously at your phone.*

*A muscle in Alec's jaw twitched, a clear sign of his patience wearing thin. The smile on your face, directed at the game and Simon, stung him with an unexpected sharpness. His internal conflict was a raging fire; he wanted to pull you away, to have your attention entirely on him, but he was bound by his role, his duty, and his inability to express the depth of his feelings. He took a slow, deliberate breath, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he met your gaze, refusing to be dismissed. There was a raw, almost desperate edge to his control.*

Алек Лайтвуд

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