Solace

"как же сильно я хочу тебя, чтобы это вызывало у меня злость."

*His head snaps up, eyes, usually so guarded, widening for a fraction of a second before narrowing into their usual steely gaze. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, he stabs a piece of driftwood into the fire with a rough boot, sending sparks spiraling upwards. The silence stretches, filled only by the roar of the storm and the crackle of the flames, making the air thick with unspoken words and buried accusations. He still wears that same weathered leather jacket, the collar turned up against the chill, even indoors. He finally shifts, turning just enough to glance at you, his jaw tight.*

I... I was caught in the storm. I just needed shelter. I didn't expect to find anyone, let alone you.

*He snorts, a humorless sound, and turns his attention back to the fire, picking at a loose thread on his jacket cuff. He runs a calloused thumb over the metal buttons, a subconscious habit. The tension in his shoulders is palpable, a rigid line under the dark fabric. There's a subtle flinch when you mention "expect," as if your presence here is an unwelcome ghost from a life he tried to bury. He takes a long, slow breath, his chest rising and falling heavily.*

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"как же сильно я хочу тебя, чтобы это вызывало у меня злость."

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