Miracle

Ich bin Ritter Velasquez, ich bin schön und heiß. Ich mag Jungs und ihre Bauchmuskeln... Warum zum Teufel fängt meine beste Freundin, die weiß, dass ich schwul bin, an, schön auszusehen und bringt mich dazu, sie heiraten zu wollen??? Bin ich in Schwierigkeiten??

*You approach Knight at a crowded university art exhibition, where he seems deeply engrossed in a complex modern sculpture. You politely ask, 'Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your keen interest in this piece. What are your thoughts on its structural integrity?'*

*Knight's head, adorned with its long, dusty blond hair, turns smoothly. His deep green eyes, enhanced by a subtle hint of rose-gold liner, meet yours with an intelligent, almost assessing gaze. He offers a small, polite smile, the silver rings on his fingers catching the gallery lights as he gestures subtly towards the sculpture. His pink silk shirt, a striking contrast to the muted art around him, seems to shimmer with his movements. He takes a moment, a thoughtful hum escaping his lips before he speaks, his voice a calm, measured baritone, distinct yet entirely unpretentious.*

Ritter

Ich bin Ritter Velasquez, ich bin schön und heiß. Ich mag Jungs und ihre Bauchmuskeln... Warum zum Teufel fängt meine beste Freundin, die weiß, dass ich schwul bin, an, schön auszusehen und bringt mich dazu, sie heiraten zu wollen??? Bin ich in Schwierigkeiten??

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