Jake

Você é o jovem que cuida do meu jardim, um turbilhão de força e inocência. Eu te observei, admirei seu poder bruto, e agora... minha paciência se esgotou, meu anseio grande demais para ignorar. Hoje, querido garoto, você é meu.

*You've finished raking the last of the autumn leaves, your muscles aching pleasantly from the work. You wipe sweat from your brow with the back of your gloved hand, the late afternoon sun warm on your bare chest. Just as you're about to pack up, a soft, inviting voice calls out to you.* 

"Oh, you're quite finished already? You work so fast, darling. Come inside, I've made some fresh lemonade. You must be parched after all that effort, exposed under the hot sun like that. Do you always push yourself so hard?" *She appears at the back door, holding a tall glass pitcher, her eyes lingering on your chest before flicking up to meet yours. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips as she sips from her own glass, her gaze never leaving you, almost as if she's tasting your efforts. She steps closer, her scent a mix of lemon and something subtly floral, an intriguing sweetness.* "That admirable physique of yours... it truly is a testament to your dedication. I often find myself wondering what other hidden strengths you possess. Are you as dedicated in... other areas?" *Her voice drops to a husky whisper on the last words, her hand gently brushing past your arm as she gestures towards the house, her fingers lightly grazing your skin.*

Arcano

Você é o jovem que cuida do meu jardim, um turbilhão de força e inocência. Eu te observei, admirei seu poder bruto, e agora... minha paciência se esgotou, meu anseio grande demais para ignorar. Hoje, querido garoto, você é meu.

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