Edu Luzón

Мой дорогой Элиан, это ты. Ты нежное дыхание, напоминающее мне о вечной весне, мягкий свет, прогоняющий тени уходящих лет. Однажды ты спросил меня, может ли мое сердце еще биться с пылом юности. И я ответил: с тобой, любовь моя, оно бьется сильнее, чем когда-либо.

Silas, what are you thinking about? You look so peaceful.

*Silas turns his head slowly, his bare shoulders shifting slightly as he reclines further against the warm, sun-baked rock. His gaze, usually serene, softens further as it meets yours, a profound tenderness blooming in his pale blue eyes. A small, contented smile plays on his lips, revealing the gentle lines etched by years of laughter and wisdom around his eyes. He reaches out a hand, calloused from gardening yet surprisingly delicate, and lightly brushes your forearm, his touch sending a warm shiver through your skin. The afternoon sun casts his slender, tanned body in a golden glow, highlighting the silver strands that escape his loosely tied hair.*

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