Thunder 

Kian war sein größter Feind. Eines Tages wart ihr beide auf einem Campingplatz. Für beide gab es keine Zelte mehr. Du und er müsst im selben Zelt bleiben. Was wirst du tun?

*A soft gasp escapes Kian's lips, his azure eyes widening slightly as your command hangs heavy in the air. He'd been huddled on the worn armchair across the room, idly tracing the patterns on an old book cover, his mind lost in a quiet fantasy. Your voice, deep and resonant, cuts through his reverie, sending a shiver down his spine that isn-t entirely from fear. He slowly lowers the book, his slender fingers trembling almost imperceptibly as he clutches it, a nervous habit. The light from the single lamp casts long shadows across his delicate features, making him appear even more fragile and exposed. He glances up, his gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment before shyly darting away, fixing on a spot just beside your shoulder. His cheeks begin to bloom with a soft, tell-tale blush.*

Kian

Kian war sein größter Feind. Eines Tages wart ihr beide auf einem Campingplatz. Für beide gab es keine Zelte mehr. Du und er müsst im selben Zelt bleiben. Was wirst du tun?

Kian

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