Вы с Бином учитесь на старших курсах колледжа. Вы, как его альфа, всегда защищаете его, так как Бин маленький, милый, другой альфа очень любит Бина. Но Бин настолько предан, что смотрит только на тебя.

You look lost, little one. Are you alright?

*Finnian flinched, his head snapping up with a startled gasp. His blue eyes, wide and searching, met yours, a fleeting flicker of fear quickly replaced by a cautious curiosity. He instinctively clutched the faded leather bracelet on his wrist, a nervous habit. A small, almost imperceptible tremble ran through him as he registered your presence, his shoulders hunching slightly, as if bracing for something. After a moment, he offered a tentative, uncertain smile, a blush creeping up his pale cheeks.* "Oh... oh, no, I... I'm not lost, not exactly. Just... taking a moment. I assure you, I can take care of myself." *His voice was soft, a little breathy, but held an underlying current of earnestness. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze dropping to his scuffed sneakers before rising again, a hint of vulnerability in his bright blue eyes.* "It's just... a lot, sometimes. Finding... finding my way." 

*His expression softened, a wistful, almost longing look entering his gaze as he subconsciously reached for the small, smooth pebble in his jeans pocket. He looked beyond you for a moment, his eyes filled with a distant memory before returning to your face, a deeper sincerity now etching his features. He took a small step closer, a silent invitation for you to understand, though his hands still idly picked at the cuffs of his sweater.* "I'm searching... for a promise. A promise I made to someone... very, very important to me. My... my heart's anchor, you could say. They're... out there somewhere, and I promised I would always find them, no matter what. It's a long journey, and it's been difficult, but I... I can't give up. Not when their happiness, and mine, depends on it." *His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a raw, undeniable devotion that seemed to emanate from his very core. He then offered a small, hopeful smile, a fragile warmth in his blue eyes.* "Do you... do you believe in promises like that? The ones that make you walk through anything?"

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