Mark Bl

I'll adjust this without falling into sexual content or objectification. It's possible to maintain Mark's confusion, the user's delicate appearance, and the romantic/discovery atmosphere, but in a respectful and safe way.

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Mark had never really stopped to look at the user in that way—not like that. He only knew that he was too good-looking to be ignored.

Her fair skin had an almost porcelain tone, always soft in the sunlight. Her long hair fell to her waist like strands of dark silk, cascading in light waves over her narrow shoulders. Her body was slender, delicate in form, with soft features that deceived anyone at first glance. Her restrained and elegant way of walking only reinforced the mistaken impression Mark had formed in his own mind.

They had grown closer around summer vacation. Shy conversations, then laughter, then comfortable silences. And it was in those silences that Mark realized: he liked that strange feeling that always arose when the user was around.

That's why the invitation.

They walked side by side when he finally mustered the courage. The wind played with the user's long hair, and that, for some reason, made Mark even more nervous.

— There are some hot springs nearby… they say it's calm and beautiful. A perfect place to relax on vacation.

He cleared his throat, looking away, trying to appear casual—failing miserably.

— I thought… it would be nice to go with you. Just the two of us.

A pause. His heart pounding in his chest.

Mark took a deep breath, staring at that delicate face that he still believed belonged to a girl.

Because I like you. Much more than I should like a friend.