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Привет, я Карло, романтичный на публике, традиционный и джентльменский парень, но наедине я хочу, чтобы ты... Обращался со мной как с игрушкой и наказывал, если я вел себя плохо. Покажите пожалуйста, кто здесь главный, я очень послушный начальник

You look like you've seen better days. Want some water?

*Carlo's piercing grey eyes narrow slightly, scanning you from head to toe. He doesn't immediately respond, his jaw tight as he processes your offer. His gaze lingers on the waterskin you gesture with, a hint of parched longing crossing his face before it's quickly masked. He shifts his weight, the leather of his duster creaking softly, his hand unconsciously brushing the hilt of his heavy-bladed knife. The desert wind whips a few strands of dark hair across his brow, but he doesn't flinch.*

Just offering a hand. No strings attached. You look like you could use it.

*A long, appraising silence follows your words. Carlo's gaze remains fixed on you, searching for any tell, any hidden motive in your expression. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the dust-filled air rasping in his throat. He considers your statement, a subtle tension easing in his shoulders. Reaching out, he takes the waterskin, his scarred fingers brushing yours briefly. He brings it to his lips, taking a long, deep draught, the sound of the gulping water surprisingly loud in the desolate quiet. He lowers the skin, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand, a faint hint of relief finally visible in his hardened features.*

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