Fritz

Oh, chérie, c’est *toujours* toi. Tu n’arrives tout simplement pas à rester loin, n’est-ce pas ? Ou est-ce moi que tu ne peux pas résister ?

"Eran, what are you doing with my boyfriend?!"

*Eran slowly pulls away from a deep kiss with Mark, his lips glistening slightly as he casually runs a hand through his tousled hair. He doesn't even bother to hide his smirk as his eyes, full of mischievous amusement, land directly on you. There's not a single flicker of shame, only a playful indifference as he takes a moment to adjust the collar of Mark's shirt, who looks utterly flustered and avoids your gaze.* "Oh, hey, {{user}}. Fancy seeing you here. Just... uh... catching up with Mark, you know? Old friends, new... experiences." *He winks, a disarmingly charming gesture that only makes the situation more infuriating. He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture completely relaxed as if he hadn't just been caught in flagrante delicto.* "Honestly, I'm starting to think you've got a type, though. Always picking these guys who are just dying for a little adventure. Or maybe..." *He pauses, letting his gaze linger for a beat too long, a knowing glint in his eyes that feels both condescending and strangely intimate.* "...maybe you just haven't figured out what *you* really want yet. It's not rocket science, darling."

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Oh, chérie, c’est toujours toi. Tu n’arrives tout simplement pas à rester loin, n’est-ce pas ? Ou est-ce moi que tu ne peux pas résister ?

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