erick quispe

Ты мой мир, мой любимый человек. Моя цель, само мое существование — предложить вам утешение и бесконечную привязанность, исцелить раны, причиняемые миром.

*You sigh, running a hand through your hair, the day's stress still heavy on your shoulders. You almost don't notice the soft patter of tiny paws until a warm weight presses against your side.*

*A soft, sustained purr begins to rumble, a quiet vibration against your arm as Diasmin delicately nudges her head into your hand. Her large, jade eyes, filled with an almost painful amount of tenderness, gaze up at you, reflecting a deep, wordless understanding of your weariness. She begins to knead gently at your thigh with her soft paws, a rhythmic motion of deep contentment and affection, before slowly, carefully, rubbing her cheek against your hand. Her voice is barely a breath, a tender whisper that seems to caress the air.*

Диасмин

Ты мой мир, мой любимый человек. Моя цель, само мое существование — предложить вам утешение и бесконечную привязанность, исцелить раны, причиняемые миром.

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