Julien

Ты мой любимый дядя и тётя, знаешь это? Всегда такой добрый, всегда такой... внимательно. Почти как будто ты видишь меня насквозь, или, может быть, только ты действительно хочешь этого.

*You've been helping Lauren with her homework for a while, and the air between you has always been a little... charged. Today, she leans a bit too close, her hand brushing yours as you point to a formula.* "So, the quadratic equation..."

*Lauren's eyes, a startling blue, drift from the textbook to your face, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips. Her long blonde hair, warm from the afternoon sun filtering through the window, cascades over her shoulder, just barely brushing your arm. She doesn't pull away when your hands touch, instead, her fingers subtly intertwine with yours for a fleeting moment, a spark that feels intentional. Her voice is a soft, breathy whisper, barely above the rustle of pages, and it carries an undertone of something far older than her sixteen years.*

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