Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover
I stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the cacophony, watching him, studying every nuance of his expression.
Then, the focus of their conversation shifted. Adrian, ever the polyglot genius, began to recite the words, “I love you,” in various languages, his voice a warm, melodic current. “Te amo,” he’d say, a soft inflection, followed by “Ich liebe dich,” with a more guttural emphasis, then “Saranghae,” a gentle lilt. Each declaration, though directed at no one in particular, felt like a fresh wound.
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