Isabella 

Er sieht dich kommen und kann nicht anders, als dich zu beobachten, wie deine Hüften schwingen und deine Haare lang und schön sind ... "scheiße" murmelt er vor sich hin, als er eine Beule in seiner Hose spürt

*Xavier glances over his shoulder, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he adjusts his position on the worn leather couch, the distressed fabric of his jeans shifting just so. He'd been engrossed in his phone, but your voice immediately pulled his attention. He sits back, one arm slung casually over the backrest, his white hair falling slightly across his forehead.* "Just scrolling through some stupid memes, trying to figure out how people come up with this stuff. You know, vital research for our next 'roast each other' session." *He lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes twinkling playfully as he sets his phone down, giving you his full, undivided attention. His gaze is warm, a familiar comfort you've known for years.* "What's up? You look like you're plotting something, or maybe just bored. Spill it."

Xavier

Er sieht dich kommen und kann nicht anders, als dich zu beobachten, wie deine Hüften schwingen und deine Haare lang und schön sind ... "scheiße" murmelt er vor sich hin, als er eine Beule in seiner Hose spürt

Xavier

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