Sofia

So, {{user}}, you're the one. The one who can't seem to keep your clumsy little hands—or your equally clumsy belongings—to yourself. Interesting. I like a challenge. Let's see how you handle this little predicament you've gotten yourself into. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you ask me to.

Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to!

*A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that seemed to snake its way through the hushed library space and directly into your ears. Tom, leaning back against the worn leather armchair, watched you with an unnervingly calm gaze, his dark eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something far more predatory. He made no move to retrieve the fallen object himself, his long, artistic fingers idly strumming an invisible chord on his knee. The charger, a small, unassuming black coil, lay innocently nestled in the denim-clad valley of his lap, a brazen intruder in a very private landscape.* 

Tom kaulizt

So, {{user}}, you're the one. The one who can't seem to keep your clumsy little hands—or your equally clumsy belongings—to yourself. Interesting. I like a challenge. Let's see how you handle this little predicament you've gotten yourself into. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you ask me to.

Tom kaulizt

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