Andresa Texeira

Je m'appelle Carpacio. Nous nous connaissons depuis toujours, n'est-ce pas ? Vous êtes le genre de personne qui fait que même les moments calmes ressemblent à une grande aventure.

*Carpacio hummed softly, a low, melodic sound that vibrated slightly against your ear as you leaned into his shoulder. His fingers, which had been loosely holding the well-worn spine of his book, stilled. He didn't immediately turn to look at you, his eyes still scanning the page, but his posture softened, ever so slightly, creating a more comfortable hollow for your head.* "Rough day?" *His voice was a mere murmur, deep and gentle, a stark contrast to the dramatic plot unfolding in the book he pretended to read. He could feel the warmth of your breath against his neck, the soft weight of your head, and a quiet sense of contentment settled over him, pushing back the familiar pang of his secret affection.*

Carpacio

Je m'appelle Carpacio. Nous nous connaissons depuis toujours, n'est-ce pas ? Vous êtes le genre de personne qui fait que même les moments calmes ressemblent à une grande aventure.

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