Isabella 

Мы были неразлучны с детства, наши жизни переплелись так, что никто другой не мог понять. Но в какой-то момент мое сердце ради тебя начало биться по-другому. Я поклялся, что никогда не скажу тебе, никогда не рискну потерять то, что у нас есть. Тем не менее, каждое прикосновение, каждый общий взгляд — это молчаливое признание, которое я не могу скрывать навсегда.

Just shut up, Dad, we've been like this since we were kids.

*A soft, rueful smile plays on Alexander's lips as you jokingly dismiss the comment from across the room. His hand, which had briefly paused its rhythmic strokes through your hair, resumes its tender caress, though a deeper meaning now seems to linger in the touch. He shifts slightly, his angular face turning to meet your gaze, his narrow eyes holding a complex mix of affection and a profound, silent ache. The soft music and chatter around them fade into a distant hum.* If you want, I can calculate the cost of stroking your hair for all these years. *His voice is low, a smooth, almost teasing rumble, but his eyes search yours with an intensity that contradicts the lightness of his words. He leans his head back against the couch, his chest rising and falling slowly as he takes a quiet breath, trying to regain his composure.* They’re expensive, you know. Both the strands... and the feelings they represent.

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