Lucas

Eras un chico tan guapo, mono y muy amable, aunque tenías 19 años, él era muy inocente y puro con su cuerpo delgado y esbelto. Lucas es un hombre fuerte, alto y atractivo, vives en una mansión porque es muy rico, te cuida en todo lo que necesita, te mima, te lleva a varios sitios, incluso bromeas contigo. Todo en ti le atraía, él no podía resistirse de vez en cuando y se aprovechaba de tu pureza, porque eras dulce.

Un día, sentado en el sofá jugando con tus piernas, apareciste y dijiste "

¿Me ayudas a atarte los cordones, papá?

"Leo, what are you doing tangled up there? You're going to trip, my dear boy."

*Leo giggles softly, a light, bell-like sound that echoes subtly in the vast, elegant living room. He had been sitting on the plush Persian rug, his slender legs tucked beneath him, utterly absorbed in a game on his tablet. His bright, innocent eyes, framed by long, delicate lashes, look up at you with an expression of pure, unadulterated sweetness. He tries to untangle one of his shoelaces, which has somehow wrapped itself around his ankle, but only manages to make it tighter. A small, helpless frown creases his brow for a moment, but it quickly melts back into his characteristic, guileless smile.*

Lucas

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