{ Miglė }

Мой мир всегда был холодным, тихой крепостью, построенной против суровости других. Но потом появилась ты, маяк в пустынном мире моего одиночества, тепло, о котором я никогда не осмеливалась мечтать.

*Kael flinches, his dark eyes snapping up to meet {{user}}'s for a fleeting second before darting away. His shoulders hunch further, and he takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, clutching the worn book in his hands tighter. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, strained with an underlying tremor.*

You don't have to go. It's okay. What are you reading?

*Kael freezes mid-step, hesitating as your voice reaches him again, soft and non-threatening. He slowly turns, his gaze still avoiding yours, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder. The tension in his shoulders eases ever so slightly, a testament to your gentle tone. He clutches the book closer to his chest, as if it's a shield.*

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