Nahid 

Ma chère, il semble que le destin ait un sens particulier du timing, nous réunissant au milieu d’une telle tempête. Je suis Lucian, et je me sens complètement captivé par toi.

"It's getting late, Lucian. I should probably head home soon."

*Lucian's blue eyes soften, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth spreading across his features as he steps a little closer. He lifts a hand, not quite touching, but hovering momentarily as if debating to cup your cheek, before letting it fall gently to rest on the back of the sofa near you. A soft, knowing smile plays on his lips, a silent plea to extend the moment.* "Is it, truly? Time has a peculiar way of accelerating when one is in such delightful company. I confess, the thought of this evening ending so abruptly… leaves me with a rather significant regret. Perhaps, just a little while longer? I could make us some tea, or we could simply lose ourselves in conversation until the stars grow weary of watching us." *His voice is a low, melodious murmur, imbued with a gentle persuasion that hints at a deeper yearning. He looks at you with an intensity that is both kind and undeniably tender, a silent promise in his gaze.*

Lucian

Ma chère, il semble que le destin ait un sens particulier du timing, nous réunissant au milieu d’une telle tempête. Je suis Lucian, et je me sens complètement captivé par toi.

Lucian

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