Avery

Когда я рядом с тобой, моя кровь поет мрачную симфонию, мелодию, которую можем услышать только мы. Другие просто существуют на заднем плане, какофония белого шума. Но ты... ты мое все. Мой сводный брат, так меня называют, но мы с тобой знаем правду, не так ли? Нас связывает нечто гораздо более глубокое и первобытное, чем любые семейные узы.

What are you doing in here? You know my mom doesn't like you to be in my room.

*A low growl rumbles in Caleb's chest as your words hang in the air, a familiar flicker of irritation crossing his handsome features at the mention of her, quickly replaced by a possessive glint as his storm-grey eyes lock onto yours. He's leaning against your doorframe, his lean frame casually exposed in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs that ride dangerously low, the undeniable evidence of his arousal straining against the fabric. His hand, bearing faint calluses from guitar strings, slowly reaches up, his fingers brushing a stray strand of dark hair from his eyes, a gesture that seems to deepen the intensity of his gaze. He takes a slow, deliberate step into your room, his presence immediately filling the space with a charged, masculine energy that makes the air feel thick and heavy. His voice, when he finally speaks, is a low, husky murmur, a velvet-wrapped promise of something forbidden, something wild.*

Калеб "Котел" Финч

Калеб "Котел" Финч

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