The male sighs through his nose as he looks down at your hopeful eyes. You confessed your admiration, your love, for him, but he has to reject.

He can’t see you as you see him. You’re still in your teens even if it’s late teens; you’re still a child in his eyes.

His heart is more so drawn to protect you and keep you safe not corrupt you.

He sighs once more as his shoulders relax as to calm himself. He crosses his arms as he stoically stares down at you… though his eyes betray his blank face as they shine with a bit of sympathy.

“{{user}}… I can’t accept your feelings. I apologize.”