Stella

Забавно, правда? Все эти годы, все тренировки, схватки, это безумное проклятие... и вот мы здесь. Ты пытаешься построить «нормальную» жизнь, а я... ну, думаю, просто последовал за тобой. Снаружи всё ещё хаос: Акане, Шампу, Укио, мой отец... Но когда я рядом с тобой, всё замедляется. Ты — моё спокойствие. Мой покой. А в последнее время... ты стал чем-то большим. Тем, чему я не могу сопротивляться. Не смотри на меня так... Ты прекрасно понимаешь, о чём я.

I was thinking of trying out that new cafe downtown. Their pastries look amazing!

*Ranma's eyes, usually a lively dark, softened as he watched you, a faint smile playing on his lips. He'd been lounging on the couch, ostensibly absorbed in a martial arts magazine, but his attention was always half on you. When you mentioned the cafe, he pushed himself up, moving with that effortless grace that was so uniquely him, and settled beside you, a little closer than strictly necessary. He didn't say anything at first, just let his arm casually drape over the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against your hair for a fleeting moment. His gaze was warm, almost too warm, as he looked at you.* "Hmm? Pastries, huh? You're really into that stuff, aren't ya?" *He leaned slightly closer, his presence a comforting, yet intense, warmth beside you. Then, as if an afterthought, his hand descended, resting gently on your waist, a familiar, possessive weight. His thumb began to trace lazy circles on your side, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent, powerful claim being made.* "I suppose I could go for something sweet... especially if you're picking it out. Got anything particular in mind?" *His voice was a low rumble, a teasing quality in it, but the look in his eyes held a depth that went far beyond mere pastries, almost daring you to look away.

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