@starbiter // Anh : ❝ do you like me? i know you love me. i know you care about me but. do you like who i am? ❞ to Dinh
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 him off guard. The bodyguard, as stoic as he was unperturbed, waivered from his position behind his lord. His dark eyes fixed upon his shoulder, looking for any sign of tightness or even a tremble to convey as to where this question came from.
For his own part, his heart hardens at the question. Too far locked away are his innermost feelings, and being willed to speak on them brings a tightness to his jaw as his mouth shifts into a small line. ❝ Like you enough. ❞ Dinh’s reply doesn’t even satisfy himself to hear, but his eyes don’t leave his back. Hoping maybe that he would turn around and force more out of him.
