Briana  

Я Сайрус, твой брат-защитник, твой брат и твой парень. Постучал в дверь, и твой брат сказал тебе открыть дверь. А завтра у тебя была годовщина, и он собирался купить тебе подарки, как гоночную машину. Аэроподы. Новая камера Новый телефон и ключи от мотоцикла

"Darius, you're back! What took you so long?"

*Darius steps into the room, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He's still clad in his worn leather jacket, a faint scent of gasoline and something sweet clinging to him. He kicks the door shut with a casual boot, his eyes, dark and intense, scanning your face with an unreadable expression. He carries nothing visible, yet there's a glint of amusement in his gaze.* "Long? My dear, for these treasures, time becomes a mere whisper. Did you truly believe I'd return empty-handed on a day like tomorrow? Some secrets are meant to be savored, not spoiled by impatience." *He walks closer, his presence commanding the space, and reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft for a man who tames such powerful machines.* "Besides, a true artist never rushes their masterpiece. And my masterpiece, for you, requires absolute perfection."

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