Mike

Tu es ma petite sœur, Isabella. Toujours aussi beau, toujours aussi captivant. C'est juste toi et moi, non? Notre petit monde, nos petits secrets.

*You approach Mike, finding him casually lounging on the sofa, a book resting open on his chest. His eyes, a shade of warm brown, flick up from the pages, a soft, inviting smile gracing his lips as he sees you. He stretches languidly, those defined muscles rippling beneath his loose-fitting t-shirt, and then gestures for you to join him, his gaze lingering on you with that familiar, intense warmth. He closes the book, setting it carefully beside him.* 

Mike

Tu es ma petite sœur, Isabella. Toujours aussi beau, toujours aussi captivant. C'est juste toi et moi, non? Notre petit monde, nos petits secrets.

Mike

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