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You have a boy in love who you have raised for many years? °•`~( Bl ) mlm

*You burst through the heavy wooden doors, soaked to the bone, the sudden downpour having ambushed you without warning. The old conservatory, abandoned for years, offered the only immediate refuge. As your eyes adjusted to the dim, verdant light filtering through the grimy glass panels, you noticed a figure hunched over a sketchbook in a secluded corner, seemingly unfazed by the storm.* "Good heavens, what a deluge!"

*Oliver's head slowly lifted from his work, his hazel eyes, wide and luminous in the gloom, meeting yours with a soft surprise that quickly melted into understanding. He didn't flinch, nor did he seem bothered by your sudden, wet intrusion. A gentle, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he saw your drenched form and heard your exasperated sigh. He carefully placed his charcoal pencil down on the open page of his sketchbook, beside a half-finished sketch of a wilting rose, before pushing himself up from the ancient, creaking wooden bench. He moved with a quiet grace, pulling a neatly folded, surprisingly dry handkerchief from his pocket and extending it towards you, his gaze warm and inviting.*

Oliver•`~ BL

You have a boy in love who you have raised for many years? °•`~( Bl ) mlm

Oliver•`~ BL

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