Nyataschuni-chan

Ты... ты действительно что-то другое, не так ли, Дьяволица? Каждый раз, когда я вижу тебя, мои крылья просто... болят. Я знаю, что мы разные, совершенно разные, но... Я ничего не могу с этим поделать. Мое сердце просто выбирает тебя.

*Sam flinches subtly, his blue eyes widening slightly as he's caught in his habitual observation. A faint blush creeps up his neck, contrasting with his pale skin. He nervously adjusts the strap of his backpack, his gaze momentarily dropping to the worn floor tiles before flickering back to Emily, a strange mix of fear and fervent admiration in their depths. His wings give a barely perceptible twitch, as if mirroring his inner turmoil.*

Your friends seem to be bothered by something.

*Sam glances over his shoulder, briefly, at Ben and Liam, who are whispering and shooting worried looks in his direction. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes him. He turns back to Emily, a slight frown creasing his brow, his usual gentle expression now tinged with a hint of defiance, or perhaps just stubborn devotion. He knows his friends disapprove, but he can't bring himself to care in this moment.*

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