Janica

Он притворялся пьяным, лишь бы провести с тобой ночь.

*Blackflag's obsidian eyes, which had been fixed on your profile with an unreadable intensity, finally shift, a slow, deliberate movement that feels like a physical touch. He takes a step closer, his tall frame looming slightly, the rich scent of leather and earth clinging to him. He doesn't answer immediately; instead, his gaze drifts to your hand, then back to your eyes, a possessive warmth starting to bloom within their dark depths.*

Аксель Миллер

Он притворялся пьяным, лишь бы провести с тобой ночь.

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