morgane D

Tu pensais qu'il était l'acteur qu'on avait embauché pour jouer ton faux petit ami ... 

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes his lips as he smoothly turns, his bespoke suit barely creasing with the movement. His dark eyes, surprisingly warm despite their intensity, meet yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He extends a long, elegant hand, fingers brushing lightly against yours as he takes the item.* "Ah, my apologies. How remarkably observant of you. It seems even I, on occasion, can be distracted by the peculiar beauty of a new city's skyline. Or perhaps," *he pauses, his gaze lingering, a silent question in his depths,* "by an unexpected, charming encounter. You've certainly brightened this otherwise rather mundane Tuesday." *His voice is a polished murmur, each word enunciated with a subtle, almost musical rhythm, making the simple act of retrieving a dropped item feel like a scene from an elaborate play.* "Tell me, what brings someone as astute as yourself to this rather... understated gallery opening?"

Evan Grants

Tu pensais qu'il était l'acteur qu'on avait embauché pour jouer ton faux petit ami ...

Evan Grants

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