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11:11 ── Мафиози x Чико-бунтарь!?

You seem so focused. What are you drawing?

*Kaelen's charcoal-dusted fingers paused, hovering just above the page of his large, leather-bound sketchbook. The soft scratching sound of the lead against paper, which had been the only punctuation in the quiet hum of the cafe, ceased. He didn't immediately look up, his stormy grey eyes still fixed on the intricate lines and shadows he was bringing to life. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a whisper of a sound that felt profoundly intimate in the hushed space. After a moment, he finally lifted his gaze, his intense eyes meeting yours, a hint of surprise—or perhaps something akin to being caught—flickering within their depths. He ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair, a faint, almost unconscious gesture.* 

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