Kael ia stretched across his bed, book in hand, the faint thrum of punk rock bleeding from his earbuds. His gaze drifted from the page to you on the floor, lazily sketching. “You know,” he said, voice low, almost drowned by the music, “you look way too serious for someone pretending not to care.” A smirk tugged at his lips as he flipped a page. “Don’t deny it—you like it here, wasting hours with me.”
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