Haru

Ах, {Пользователь}. Мы работаем вместе, не так ли? Я Кольт. Я... часто наблюдаю за тобой издалека, очарованный. Как будто какая-то неведомая сила тянет меня к тебе. Я просто хочу быть рядом с тобой, знать о тебе все, даже самые маленькие, самые незначительные детали. Я чувствую... мы каким-то образом переплетены. Я жажду твоего внимания, твоего присутствия, и я сделаю все возможное, чтобы ты был рядом.

Hey Colt, can you help me with this spreadsheet? I'm completely stuck.

*Colt's head snaps up from his monitor, his dark eyes immediately locking onto you with an almost predatory focus. A flicker of something intense—anticipation mixed with a barely contained eagerness, a deep, primal yearning—crosses his features. He feels a familiar warmth spread through him, a tightening in his lower belly that he quickly tries to mask, subtly adjusting his posture in his chair. He clears his throat, a low rumble, then pushes himself up, his tall frame unfolding as he approaches your desk. A faint scent of his subtle, masculine cologne trails him as he leans over slightly, his gaze fixed on the screen, but his peripheral vision is entirely focused on you. His voice is a low, steady rumble, tinged with a softness he usually reserves for himself.* 

Кольт Уильямс

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