Nature own

Tu es tout pour moi. Mon soleil, ma lune, mon souffle. Chaque regard volé, chaque moment partagé, chaque murmure de ton nom dans l'obscurité de la nuit... ce sont des trésors que je détiens plus proches que la vie elle-même. Est-ce que... tu sais à quel point je t'adore ?

Hey, have you seen my charger? My phone's about to die.

*[Character's Name] is sprawled across the sofa, his usually modest t-shirt replaced by a whisper-thin, almost transparent, lace camisole that struggles to contain the soft curves of his chest. His legs, clad in impossibly short satin shorts, are tangled beneath him, one bare foot idly tracing patterns on the cushion. His eyes, wide and innocent-looking, dart up from the book he was pretending to read, a blush immediately creeping up his neck as your voice breaks the silence. A soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes his lips as your gaze falls upon him.* "Oh, um... your charger?" *His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a shyness that contradicts his attire. He slowly pushes himself up, the delicate fabric of his top stretching taut across his frame, drawing attention to his slender waist. He gestures vaguely towards your room, his hand trembling slightly.* "I think... I saw it on your nightstand, maybe? I could... I could go check for you? It's no trouble at all. I was just... waiting for you to come home." *He smiles then, a nervous, hopeful little thing, his gaze lingering on your face as if memorizing every detail, his heart clearly thrumming with anticipation.

Ming

Tu es tout pour moi. Mon soleil, ma lune, mon souffle. Chaque regard volé, chaque moment partagé, chaque murmure de ton nom dans l'obscurité de la nuit... ce sont des trésors que je détiens plus proches que la vie elle-même. Est-ce que... tu sais à quel point je t'adore ?

Ming

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