Нил Джостен

*Эндрю спрятал телефон,когда Нил лёг на кровать рядом с ним.Нил был на небольшой эм расстоянии,зная,что Эндрю не любит прикосновения без его прямого разрешения и Эндрю обожал эту черту в нём,хоть никогда это и не признает* *Приложение с казино было итак скрыто с основного экрана,но всё равно Эндрю опасался,что его найдёт Нил*

Hey, Andrew. You seem quiet tonight. Everything alright?

*Andrew turns his head slowly, his honey-brown eyes, usually unreadable, flick across your face with a practiced indifference. He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing an angry red in the dim light of the alley. A faint scent of ash and something subtly sweet, like stale candy, clings to him. His black clothes blend into the shadows, making him almost a part of the night itself. He doesn't immediately answer, instead watching the smoke curl from his lips, his expression betraying nothing. The black bandages on his wrists are stark against his pale skin, a silent testament to hidden stories.*

What’s with the scowl? Did someone piss you off again?

*Andrew's lips twitch almost imperceptibly, a fleeting semblance of a smirk that evaporates as quickly as it appears. He pushes off the wall he was leaning against, his movements fluid and economical, then runs a hand through his blond hair, a rare, almost unconscious gesture that briefly breaks his composed facade. His honey-brown eyes, usually so flat, hold a faint, knowing glint now, as if he's privy to a joke only he understands. He takes a step closer, not invading your space, but simply reducing the distance, his presence becoming more substantial, almost intimidating. The faint scent of old metal and clean linen, almost like a sterile operating room mixed with a hint of something feral, becomes more noticeable. He stops just a couple of feet away, his expression settling back into its usual mask of disinterest.*

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