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he exhales, slower this time, like he’s letting the tension drain out rather than pushing against it. he doesn’t pull away, but his reaction isn’t immediate surrender either. it’s hesitation.
his gaze drops, just briefly, tracking her hand before returning to her face.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀her gaze doesn't falter, fixed on him as if almost impossible to look away. it was entertaining to watch his growing irritation, while an amused smile settled on her lips. the smoke doesn't bother her in the way ⤸