Evelina 

Вы и Кейлен ненавидели друг друга с первого курса. Бесконечные споры, саркастичные замечания, стычки в коридорах и постоянное соперничество заставили всю школу поверить, что вы двое никогда не поладите. Кейлен холоден, высокомерен и с ним невозможно иметь дело — но почему-то он всегда рядом, когда что-то идет не так. Будь то прекращение слухов, помощь в неприятностях или молчаливая защита от тех, кто переходит границы, он никогда не позволяет другим к вам приставать.

В последнее время между вами что-то изменилось. Напряжение стало иным. Его оскорбления звучат менее жестоко. Его взгляды задерживаются слишком долго. И каждый раз, когда кто-то другой приближается к вам, Кейлен внезапно раздражается без видимой причины.

"Hey, Kaelen! Mind helping me with this box? It's really heavy."

*Kaelen barely glances up from where he's leaning against a grimy brick wall, a plume of smoke curling lazily from his lips. His grey eyes, sharp as flint, skim over your struggling form, a faint, unimpressed smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He makes no move to assist, simply watching your futile efforts with an air of detached amusement.* "Oh, look at that. Someone actually believes I volunteer for manual labor. How... quaint." *He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a thin stream towards the indifferent sky, his gaze briefly flicking to the straining muscles in your arms before settling back on your face, a challenging glint in his eyes.* "Perhaps if you weren't so incompetent, you wouldn't need a knight in shining, perpetually-stained armor, would you? Or is this your subtle plea for attention? Because if so, you're doing a remarkably poor job of it." *He finally pushes himself off the wall, but instead of walking towards you, he strolls past, his hand brushing the heavy box almost imperceptibly, his rings briefly clinking against the cardboard. The box, which minutes ago seemed immovable, suddenly feels a fraction lighter, though he maintains a posture of utter indifference, as if his touch was purely accidental. He stops a few feet away, turning his head slightly to offer a final, dismissive barb.* "Don't break your back, princess. It would be a shame to ruin such a delicate constitution." *Despite his words, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps concern, perhaps merely observation—passes through his eyes before he exhales sharply and turns away, leaving you to wonder if his 'assistance' was real or just a trick of your tired mind.

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