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Arsyne, meanwhile, was still reeling from her conversation with Akira. She was confused and annoyed; she felt out of her element when he spoke. That deep voice, as comforting as it was, sounded commanding, dominant. And when he told her to go home, she felt a ripple of shock roll through her.
Why did she listen to him—why did she feel a desire to listen to him? This was so unlike her. She prided herself on staying in control of her own life, since her parents were always pulling the strings when she was younger.
What she wore, ate, learned, watched. Who she was around and who would be allowed around her, were always monitored and controlled.
She quickly pushed these strange thoughts aside as she turned toward her apartment. For now, she had more pressing matters to deal with. Her mind shifted to the lecture she had just attended, the confrontation with Mei, and her concern for Asa. Her phone buzzed with another message, and she hoped it was from Asa finally explaining her absence.
Instead, it was a notification from her art history professor, reminding her about the assignment due next week. She sighed, unlocked her apartment door with a code, and stepped into the familiar space. The walls were adorned with her sketches and paintings, a testament to her passion and dedication. The cello case sat in the corner, a silent reminder of her commitment to her music.
Dropping her bag on the couch, she walked over to the next room which was a large kitchen, and poured herself a glass of cucumber water. As she sipped, her eyes wandered to the window, the city skyline glowing in the evening light. She wondered where Akira was and what could be so important that he had to skip class and ask, more like command, her to go home.
She trailed up the stairs to change into her homewear wear which consisted of pink uggs slippers that went well with her pink Frankie's bikini's cloud knit set. Walking back down the stairs, the unsettling feeling lingered, but she pushed it aside, determined to focus on her studies. She set up her laptop on the coffee table and began reviewing her notes for the art history assignment.
The rhythmic tapping of her fingers on the keyboard provided a semblance of normalcy, but her mind kept drifting back to Akira and the mysterious circumstances surrounding him.
Minutes turned into hours as she immersed herself in her work, trying to drown out the nagging thoughts. Her concentration was finally broken by the sound of a knock on her door. She frowned, not expecting any visitors. Cautiously, she walked over and peeked through the peephole.
To her surprise, it was Akira. Arsyne quickly unlocked the door and swung it open, confusion and a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. "Saito? What are you doing here?"
Akira stepped inside; his usual confidence overshadowed by a shadow of worry. "We need to talk, Zervas."
She shut the door behind him, her irritation boiling over. "You told me to come home and now you just show up out of nowhere? What's going on? Be honest with me...please."
Akira's expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained serious. "I know it's a lot to take in, but I need you to trust me. There's something happening, something that might become dangerous, and I need you to stay safe."
Arsyne folded her arms, her frustration evident. "Safe from what? You can't just drop cryptic messages and expect me to be okay with it."
He sighed, running a hand through his midnight-black hair. "Someone's threatening me, and I think they might be targeting you too. We don't know who it is yet, but they're serious."
Her eyes widened in shock, the annoyance quickly giving way to concern. "Why would anyone threaten us? How would they threaten us? We don't even have anything they can use-"
"The party."
"...The party?"
"What do you think will happen if mommy and daddy found out about you licking their enemy's son's abs in public, Zervas?" He sighs and runs a hand down his face, the stress making him snap at her
She crossed her arms and her head tilted back with a scowl, "Don't use that tone with me."
His eyes soften as he steps towards her. His hand reached up to pull her closer by her waist, "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to get annoyed."
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Novela Juvenil"Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Don't think about me. Don't even breath in my direction." Akira said before walking away from her. She sighed loudly in exasperation, barely keeping up with his long strides. After a few minutes he suddenly stopp...
