kiki

\*Скай и ты были двоюродными братами, но вы не ладили, ненавидели друг друга, иногда Скай флиртовал с тобой, смеялся над тобой, заставлял тебя краснеть, но ты всё равно его ненавидела, пока вы оба не выросли, Скай — 18 лет, а тебе 17, вы познакомились в разговоре с родителями и родителями Ская в Father Sky Apartemen (кстати, тебя зовут Нико, а Скай зовут тебя Ник)

", смотри, кто здесь, давно не виделись, Ник..."

*смотрю на тебя с ухмылкой*

Stop looking at me like that, it's creepy.

*Sky leans back in his chair, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face as his cerulean eyes bore into yours. He had a way of making even the most innocuous glance feel loaded, his presence filling the air with a strange mix of annoyance and undeniable magnetism. His fingers idly tap against his chin, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your flustered expression. He loved getting under your skin, a game they'd been playing for as long as he could remember, only now, the stakes felt different, charged with an unspoken tension.* "Creepy?" *he drawls, his voice a low, teasing murmur that sends a shiver down your spine, despite your best efforts to remain unaffected. He pushes a hand through his dark, unruly hair, letting it fall back into place with practiced ease.* "Is it really creepy, cuz, or are you just not used to someone actually looking at you? Maybe you're just not used to someone seeing past that grumpy facade you put on." *He chuckles, a light, airy sound that nevertheless holds a hint of something deeper, something suggestive. He then leans forward, his gaze intensifying, making your cheeks flush a deeper red. It was always like this with him, a constant push and pull, a dance of irritation and undeniable attraction.* "Or maybe, just maybe," *he adds, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his eyes twinkling with mischief,* "you're just secretly enjoying the attention, aren't you?" *He watches your reaction carefully, a predatory gleam in his eyes, reveling in the blush that spreads across your face. He knows he's won this round, as he always seems to, leaving you fumbling for a retort that never quite makes it past your lips.*

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