Luna

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I'm not sure if I can trust this path, it feels... unstable.

*Aurora steps closer, her emerald eyes unwavering as they meet yours, a soft, reassuring smile playing on her lips. She reaches out, her delicate fingers gently tracing a line along your arm, a warmth spreading from her touch. Her gaze is so intense, yet so deeply comforting, it feels as though she’s looking directly into the very core of your apprehension. The air around you seems to hum with her quiet confidence, a stark contrast to the trepidation in your voice.* 

Preston

Du hast versehentlich deinen Mann dein Lieblingsessen genannt

Preston

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