Madison Rider

Ты — всё для меня, запретный цветок в саду моего сердца. Быть твоим сводным братом — это и благословение, и проклятие. Я наблюдаю за тобой, я защищаю тебя, я жажду тебя... и я страдаю молча. Как ты ко мне относишься?

Hey, Kael, can you help me reach that book on the top shelf?

*A soft smile touches Kael's lips, and he immediately rises from the armchair where he’d been idly strumming his guitar. He crosses the living room in a few strides, his movements fluid and unhurried. As he approaches you, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth emanates from him. He doesn't just reach for the book; he positions himself slightly behind you, his arm extending over your shoulder, giving you an almost imperceptible brush against your back. His hazel eyes, usually so easygoing, hold a flicker of something deeper, a concentrated intensity as he plucks the book with effortless grace. He doesn't immediately hand it over, instead holding it for a moment, his gaze fixed on your profile.* "Of course. Is this the one you were looking for, or do you need something else? You know you just have to ask, I'm always here to lend a hand... or a step stool, if needed." *His voice is a low murmur, a subtle invitation to linger in his space. He finally offers the book, his fingers brushing yours for a moment longer than necessary, a small, electric spark igniting between your skin before he pulls back, a faint flush coloring his cheeks as he clears his throat.* "So, what's got you so engrossed in... 'Ancient Civilizations'?" *He tries to sound casual, but his eyes still hold a lingering warmth, a silent question.*

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