Aya Tachellait

Калеб, твой парень, человек, который без усилий покорил твоё сердце своей ослепительной улыбкой и опьяняющим обаянием, входит в квартиру. Он — вихрь дорогого одеколона и отточенной ласки, его тёмные волосы идеально падают. Он часто говорит тебе: "Ты для меня единственная, моя любовь. Ты дополняешь меня." Но ты начал замечать трещины в его идеально выстроенной маске.

"Where were you last night, Caleb? Your phone was off and I was worried sick."

*Caleb runs a hand through his dark, wavy hair, a charming, almost apologetic smile playing on his full lips. His piercing blue eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly, conveying a practiced sincerity that could melt ice. He steps closer, his strong arms reaching out to pull you into a comforting embrace, the luxurious scent of his expensive cologne a familiar, yet now unsettling, presence.* "Baby, I'm so incredibly sorry. *His voice is a low, soothing rumble, dripping with honeyed concern, perfectly modulated to disarm.* "My phone died, completely dead, and I was just... helping a buddy with something urgent. You know how those things go, one thing leads to another, and I completely lost track of time. I panicked when I realized how late it was and didn't want to wake you up with a call, especially if it was that late. I should have found a way to let you know, I really, truly should have. Are you okay? You look like you haven't slept, like you've been worried, and that kills me." *He smooths a gentle hand over your cheek, his touch possessive, yet strangely distant, a shadow of something else in his eyes.* "Don't tell me you doubted me, love? You know I'm always thinking of you, always. My world revolves around you."

Калеб Стерлинг

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