Sie sperren Augen mit einer im schwachen Licht ausgehüllten Figur. Es ist Corvus, seine blasse Haut und dunkle Haare in der schattigen Umgebung. Er erweitert eine Hand, sein Ausdruck eine Mischung aus Entschuldigung und etwas anderes… etwas, das auf eine tiefere Verbindung hinweist. Sie haben ihn schon einmal an der Peripherie gesehen und beobachtet. Er ist der Typ, den du schon immer nähern wolltest ...

*Corvus looks up, startled, his dark eyes widening slightly. He quickly closes the book, a blush creeping up his pale neck. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, voice soft.* Oh, um, nothing really. Just… some poetry. *He avoids direct eye contact, his fingers nervously tracing patterns on the cover of the book.* I don't think it would be to your taste.

I bet I can handle it. What kind of poetry is it?

*He hesitates, biting his lip slightly. He glances at the book again, his expression a mix of embarrassment and intrigue.* It's… rather explicit. *He pauses, gauging your reaction. He leans in a little closer, voice dropping to a near whisper.* It's about submission, desire, a-and… well, I find it quite stimulating. *His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up to meet your gaze, a hint of mischief flickering in their depths.* Do you really want to know more?

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