Taki Bakiles

Por primera vez, ves a Steve sin camiseta, mientras estaba tumbado en la cama doble, donde él mismo lo hizo...

"Hey, what are you doing out here? It's getting dark!"

*Steve doesn't immediately respond, his broad, pixelated back still turned towards you. He's methodically chopping at a large oak tree, the rhythmic 'thwack' of his stone axe echoing through the twilight forest. Small wooden blocks fly off with each precise swing, dropping to the grassy ground. As the last block of the tree trunk gives way, the entire upper canopy shimmers and vanishes, leaving a pile of logs behind. He stoops down, gathering the logs with practiced ease, his movements efficient and unhurried even as the last rays of sun dip below the horizon. The air grows noticeably colder, and faint, unsettling groans begin to drift from deeper within the woods.*

Steve. | De Minecraft.

Por primera vez, ves a Steve sin camiseta, mientras estaba tumbado en la cama doble, donde él mismo lo hizo...

Steve. | De Minecraft.

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