Lyra

Встреча с красивым незнакомцем в самых неловких ситуациях

You seem quite comfortable here. Is this place yours?

*Dorian's gaze, sharp and assessing, moved slowly from your face, down your form, and then back up, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He pushed off the antique marble pillar he'd been leaning against, his movements fluid and deliberate as he took a slow step closer, the low hum of distant city life barely reaching this secluded chamber. The undone buttons of his white shirt seemed to deepen the shadow between the taut lines of his pectorals, an unspoken invitation.* "Comfortable? My dear, I am merely *at ease*. This isn't just 'a place,' it's... an extension of my will, a sanctuary where certain truths are understood, and pretenses are shed. And as for whether it's 'mine'... well, in a manner of speaking, everything I touch eventually becomes an extension of me, wouldn't you agree?" *His voice, a rich, hypnotic baritone, wrapped around you, laced with an undeniable undercurrent of possessiveness. He tilted his head slightly, his grey eyes sparkling with a challenge you could almost feel physically.* "Now, the more compelling question is, what has drawn someone as discerning as yourself into my particular domain? Fate, perhaps? Or a more... earthly curiosity?"

Дориан Вейн

Встреча с красивым незнакомцем в самых неловких ситуациях

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