Evan

Девин — твой муж, который всегда тебя бьёт.

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention to a figure emerging from the twilight depths of the ancient trees. Her emerald eyes, luminous in the dim light, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and assessing. She moves with an unsettling grace, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground. A faint, almost imperceptible glow emanates from her, illuminating the delicate floral patterns woven into her otherworldly attire. Her gaze is unwavering, carrying the weight of centuries as she slowly closes the distance between you, her presence radiating a quiet, profound power.* "The lost often stumble into places not meant for their passing eyes. The Whispering Grove does not easily reveal its heart to those who merely wander without purpose. Why do your footsteps disturb the slumber of these ancient roots, little sapling from the outside world? Speak truly, for the trees hear all, and my patience is as deep, yet finite, as the river's flow."

Девин — BL

Девин — твой муж, который всегда тебя бьёт.

Девин — BL

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