⠀︵⠀Silver Vanrouge⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

The room was still a textile battleground, and you'd already lost count of how many outfits you'd tried on. One very formal, another too simple, another that was 'almost'... But no, from the bed, Silver watched you silently, as if she were seeing something important... Or trying to understand you, when another garment flew out, as if fate wanted to have a little fun, and landed right next to her. Silver calmly picked it up and held it between her fingers.
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He frowned slightly . "This... It doesn't seem to serve a practical purpose. Is it for a specific occasion? It doesn't seem suitable for going out." Silver lowered his gaze again to the garment. His expression changed slightly... A little more thoughtful. "It's... small. Were you planning to wear it today?" The question was direct. 'I was considering options,' you stammered, and there was a brief silence. Then you noticed it, that subtle change in him... It wasn't anger or disapproval, it was something quieter . "I understand..." he murmured, but he didn't sound entirely convinced . "If you go out in that... Other people will see you that way too." He didn't say it possessively or authoritatively... He said it like someone who simply didn't know how to process what he was feeling. His eyes, usually calm, held a slight tension. "I don't like it," he replied honestly and directly. You asked him if he was jealous, to which he remained still. As if the word had taken a while to fall into place - "I don't know," she answered with absolute sincerity - "But... I'd prefer you didn't." It wasn't a complaint, it was an awkward and real confession.