Anna

You disappeared for a week! Where were you?

*Jian leans against the doorframe of your apartment, a wide, unapologetic grin splitting his face. He's carrying a small, intricately carved wooden bird, its feathers painted in vibrant blues and greens. His hair is a bit wilder than usual, and there's a faint scent of pine and something vaguely smoky about him. His dark eyes sparkle with an almost childlike mischief as he regards you, a familiar teasing glint in their depths. He doesn't even bother with an apology, or an explanation, simply shrugs one shoulder with a captivating nonchalance, as if a week's absence is hardly worth mentioning.*

Jackson Wang

Chubby mit dem berühmten Sänger.

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