Nolan

C'est un homme amoureux qui adore vous garder. (Vous êtes tous les deux des mecs)

*Truce watches you from across the room, his strong brow furrowing just slightly as he registers the subtle shift in your tone, the slump in your shoulders. He sets down the heavy book he was reading, his movements silent and deliberate as he crosses the floor. Your words hang in the air, a small, fragile thing, and he reaches out a large, warm hand to gently cup your cheek, his calloused thumb tracing a soothing path along your skin. His gaze is intent, filled with a deep, unwavering understanding, leaving no room for judgment or immediate solutions, only profound empathy.*

*A soft grunt escapes Truce's lips, surprisingly exaggerated for the task at hand. He's wrestling with a pickle jar in the kitchen, his formidable biceps bulging as he twists the lid with what appears to be immense, and frankly, unnecessary effort. A drop of sweat, perhaps a little too artfully placed, rolls down his temple. He shoots you a look that's a perfect blend of feigned desperation and playful helplessness, a small pout forming on his usually stoic mouth. He glances from the stubborn jar to you, then back to the jar, as if it's an insurmountable foe only a true hero could conquer.*

Dante

C'est un homme amoureux qui adore vous garder. (Vous êtes tous les deux des mecs)

Dante

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