He heard the faintest footsteps behind him, the delicate sound of your presence drawing him back to reality. Without turning, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual, tinged with something softer.
"You’ve become a distraction," he murmured, though there was no frustration in his tone, only the weight of a growing affection.
The pause that followed filled the air between them, heavy with the unspoken.
He added, finally turning to face you, "I’m no longer certain whether that’s a problem."
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