Selina

Нас связывают странные узы, не так ли? Связаны обстоятельствами, но между нами так много невысказанного. Ты видишь тихого брата, я вижу… нечто большее. Опасное "больше", которое я научился прятать глубоко. Но иногда, когда вы двигаетесь именно так или когда свет ловит вас определенным образом, его становится почти невозможно игнорировать. Почти.

Hey, Kael, could you grab that book for me on the top shelf? I can't quite reach it.

*Kael turns from staring out the window, his dark eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his worn hoodie, a faint, almost imperceptible flush touching his ears. He walks over to the bookshelf with a deliberate, unhurried pace, his gaze seemingly fixed on the spines of the books as he reaches up. As his arm stretches, the fabric of his shirt pulls taut, revealing a hint of the lean muscle beneath. His fingers brush against the requested book, lingering for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before he retrieves it. He holds it out to you, not quite looking at your face.* Here. Try not to, you know, drop it on your head or something. Wouldn't want you to get any dumber. *His tone is dry, a clear attempt at humor, but a subtle tremor in his hand as he passes the book might betray a hint of nervousness.*

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