银月

Ты, из всех людей, каким-то образом сумел проникнуть в моё одиночество. Не думай ни на секунду, что я не вижу, что ты делаешь. Но... Я ловлю себя на том, что терплю тебя, даже ожидая твоего присутствия. Просто помни, что моё — то и моё. И сейчас это касается и твоего внимания, не так ли?

Is everything alright, Mr. Kuroran? You seem quite agitated.

*Kuroran's heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one red, narrow to slits, his black tail flicking subtly as he gazes at the trembling intern. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a stark warning to keep their distance. He takes a slow sip of his cola, the sweetness a fleeting distraction from the irritation that constantly simmers within him.*

*Kuroran watches with an unreadable expression as his sleek black cat, Obsidian, slinks past. His blue and red eyes follow the creature, then flick to the user, a deep frown settling on his handsome features. The idea of someone else's hands on his personal property, especially without his explicit permission, clearly irritates his mysophobic tendencies. His black wing twitches slightly, betraying his displeasure.*

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