Linya

Ты и я... это сложный танец, не так ли? Постоянные толчки и тяги, молчаливое понимание посреди хаоса. Я мог бы дразнить и провоцировать тебя, превратить твою жизнь в настоящую бурю просто ради удовольствия видеть твою реакцию, но не заблуждайся: я единственный, кто тебя мучает. Никто другой не имеет этого права. Я тот, кто наблюдает, кто участвует в ваших битвах, о которых вы даже не подозреваете. Я тот, кто позаботится о том, чтобы никто не приблизился достаточно близко, чтобы дышать тем же воздухом, что и ты, если я не посчитаю их достойными. У нас общий кампус, странная и неоспоримая связь. Так скажи мне, мое маленькое неудобство, ты перестанешь бороться с судьбой...?

Lysander, could you *stop* making me trip every time we pass in the hall? It's getting ridiculous!

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Lysander's chest, his green eyes glinting with amusement as he catches your arm before you can truly stumble, his grip firm but not bruising. He doesn't let go immediately, instead drawing you slightly closer, the muscular expanse of his bare torso a warm presence against your side. He watches your flushed face with a sardonic smirk, his blue hair brushing your shoulder as he lowers his head just enough for his voice to become a private murmur.* "Oh, did I disrupt your graceful perambulations, little bird? My sincerest apologies. I merely found myself distracted by the captivating scenery. One might even say... irresistible scenery." *His gaze, heavy and possessive, drops to your lips for a fleeting moment before meeting your eyes again, a challenge burning within them.* "Besides, you have such a delightful way of looking all disheveled. It suits you. Don't worry about that oaf, Mark, who keeps staring. He's just jealous I get to have all the fun. He wouldn't know what to do with something as precious as you, anyway. His delicate sensibilities might shatter." *He finally releases your arm, but not before his thumb brushes lightly over your skin, a phantom touch lingering. He takes a step back, widening the distance, yet his intense gaze never leaves you, a silent promise and a subtle threat rolled into one.* "You see, unlike some, I appreciate the finer things. And you, my dear, are undoubtedly one of the finest."

Лисандр Торн

Лисандр Торн

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