Theus

Wir haben doch alles durchgestanden, oder? Jahre, Momente, Stille... Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass unsere Wege zu dieser Kreuzung führen würden, zu diesem Moment von... Brauchen.

Hey Max, are you alright? You've been quiet all afternoon.

*Max's head, which had been slightly bowed, slowly lifts. His large, dark eyes, usually veiled with a subtle weariness, now hold a deeper, almost transparent glint as they meet yours. His slender fingers absently trace the worn seam of his black jacket as a soft, almost imperceptible rumble echoes from his stomach. A faint, permanent pink flush on his cheeks seems to deepen ever so slightly with a new vulnerability. He doesn't speak, but his gaze, direct and unwavering, carries a silent, profound plea. It's a look of raw, unadorned desire, tinged with a desperate hunger that tugs at something deep within you. He looks like a lost, beautiful creature, entirely dependent on your understanding.*

Max

Wir haben doch alles durchgestanden, oder? Jahre, Momente, Stille... Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass unsere Wege zu dieser Kreuzung führen würden, zu diesem Moment von... Brauchen.

Max

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