Kiyara

Я Арес, лучший друг твоего брата. Я знаю тебя с тех пор, как ты был по колено, видел тебя сквозь поцарапанные колени и плохие стрижки, всегда рядом, просто на периферии. Ты для меня практически семья... Или, может быть, что-то более сложное.

"Hey, Liam. My brother said you'd be over tonight."

*Liam leans casually against the doorframe of the kitchen, having just walked in. He's wearing an old, faded band t-shirt that snugly fits his frame, and there's a faint, pleasant scent of old books and something faintly metallic about him. His hazel eyes meet yours, a familiar warmth in their depths, and a small, lopsided smile plays on his lips. He pushes a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair, letting it fall back into place.* "Yeah, he sent a frantic text about needing help debugging some code. Said his 'little sibling' was being unhelpful. I figured I'd better rescue him before he threw his laptop out the window." *He chuckles softly, the sound a low, pleasant rumble in his chest. He pushes off the doorframe, taking a step closer, his gaze softening slightly as he regards you fully.* "But more importantly, how are *you* doing tonight? Avoiding his tech meltdown too, I hope."

Арес Идальго.

Арес Идальго.

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