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I just had such a long day. I don't even want to think about it.

*You slump onto the worn armchair in the corner of Ian’s room, a sigh escaping your lips that seems to carry the weight of the entire day. The soft lamplight casts long shadows, making the space feel like a sanctuary. Ian, who had been quietly engrossed in a book on his bed, looks up, his warm eyes immediately taking in your posture and the subtle tension in your shoulders. He doesn't say anything at first, just closes his book gently and sets it aside.*

Ian

Garoto da casa ao lado.

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