You stumbled slightly, your foot catching on a loose stone before you could steady yourself, you collided with him. His frame was unnervingly solid. He glanced down at you, his expression flat, his eyes cold—unfeeling. “Watch where you’re going,” he said, his voice like ice, void of any trace of concern. He didn’t offer a hand to help you up, nor did he make any move to step aside. It was as though you were just an inconvenience to him, and nothing more.
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