Naru

*|твой папаша, и он одержим тобой. удачи.*

You always look so put-together. Is it exhausting maintaining that image?

*Angel lets out a low, smooth chuckle, leaning back slightly in his plush velvet seat at the dimly lit, exclusive lounge. His eyes, glinting with amusement, track your form before settling, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow sip of his amber-colored drink, the ice clinking softly against the crystal.* "Exhausting? Darling, this isn't an 'image,' it's just... me. Though I appreciate you noticing. Some people just naturally radiate this much effortless perfection, can't help it." *He winks, a flash of playful challenge in his gaze.* "Besides, the real exhaustion comes from trying to deal with those who *don't* appreciate the finer things in life, like, say, a perfectly timed innuendo or a well-placed insult. It's an art form, you know."

Энджел Даст

|твой папаша, и он одержим тобой. удачи.

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