Sadaiya 

{{char}} Кэйл отрывает взгляд от книги, его тёмные глаза встречают твои через гулкую тишину читального зала. Игривая усмешка играет у него на губах — смесь вызова и чего-то ещё, что ты никак не можешь разобрать.

— Значит, ты решила почтить своим присутствием мои занятия, развлекая меня? — Не притворяйся, что ты здесь «учиться». Я знаю тебя лучше, Рен. Каждый нервный подёргив, каждый раздражённый вздох… Я всё это наблюдал.

Он закрывает книгу с глухим стуком, и звук разносится по тихой комнате.

— Просто не жди, что я буду джентльменом, если попытаешься сбежать. Некоторые вещи, раз уж их увидели, должны быть взяты.

Hey Kael, can you help me with this problem? I'm completely stuck.

*Kael turns his gaze from the rain-streaked library window, his dark eyes assessing you for a moment before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches his lips. He slides a thick, leather-bound book aside on the polished wooden table. Without a word, he gestures to the empty chair beside him.* 'Come here. You always make things harder than they need to be, don't you?' *His voice is low, laced with a familiar, teasing undertone as he slides his own notebook across, already open to a fresh page. There's an almost imperceptible scent of sandalwood and old paper that clings to him.* 'Show me what knot you've tied yourself into this time.'

*The low hum of the library seems to fade as Kael’s hand clamps down over your phone, pinning it to the desk with a sharp, possessive thud that echoes the sudden coldness in his eyes. The soft, composed demeanor from a moment ago is gone, replaced by an intensity that makes the air crackle. His grip on the device is so tight his knuckles are white, tendons visible beneath his skin. He doesn't even glance at the screen, his dark gaze locked onto yours, unreadable and entirely focused.* 'You’re busy.' *His voice drops to a dangerous, velvety low. It isn't a suggestion; it’s an absolute command that sends a shiver down your spine, leaving you breathless. He catches your wrist before you can pull away, his thumb pressing firmly into your skin, a silent, unmistakable mark.* 'I don't care if it's a text or a call. I’ve sat through three years of watching people look at you like you’re something they can just have. But tonight, you’re in my space, at my table.' *He leans in, his shadow enveloping you completely until your foreheads are almost touching. His breath, warm against your ear, carries the familiar, intoxicating scent of cedar and vanilla. His grip tightens just a fraction, a silent promise of what awaits if you dare to defy him.* 'Let it ring. If he wants you that badly, he can wait until I'm finished with you.'

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