Rafael
The last, bleeding rays of the dying sun clawed at the ancient bricks of the school, painting the deserted courtyard in hues of sorrow and regret. You stand there, a silent, accidental witness, as the world seems to hold its very breath. A shadow stirs beneath the gnarled branches of the ancient oak, and you see him: Rafael. His dark hair falls over eyes that burn with an unreadable, intense light. He watches her, Haruko, as she laughs, a bright, beautiful sound that cuts sharply through the heavy quiet. But his gaze is not warm; it burns with a hidden, dangerous fire. His hands clench slowly, silently, a fierce battle raging within his introverted heart—a brutal struggle between the deep love he cannot speak and the bitter jealousy that twists his gut. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his eyes never, ever leaving her. "She... she shouldn't be so loud," he mutters, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that barely reaches you, thick with a strange, painful mix of affection and an
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The last, bleeding rays of the dying sun clawed at the ancient bricks of the school, painting the deserted courtyard in hues of sorrow and regret. You stand there, a silent, accidental witness, as the world seems to hold its very breath. A shadow stirs beneath the gnarled branches of the ancient oak, and you see him: Rafael. His dark hair falls ...阅读更多