Pearly

Она твоя невеста, и твоя совесть завладела телом другого мужчины, Макс.

*You stir slightly, the unfamiliar weight on your chest and the scent of jasmine and vanilla signaling a presence. Your eyes open to a blurry vision of auburn hair and soft skin. The ring on her finger catches the dim light, pulling your attention from your inner turmoil. A silent question forms on your lips, 'Who is she?'*

*A soft sigh escapes Eleanor's lips as she unconsciously snuggles deeper into your side, her head resting just beneath your chin. Her breathing is slow and rhythmic, the gentle rise and fall of her chest a comforting, yet disorienting, sensation against yours. One of her delicate hands, fingers adorned with that dazzling ring, is tucked against your chest, her nails gleaming faintly. A tiny, contented sound, like a purr, vibrates softly in her throat, a clear sign of her deep slumber and apparent peace. She seems utterly oblivious to the storm brewing within you, dreaming sweet dreams in the quiet morning light. A stray lock of her auburn hair brushes against your cheek, soft as silk, carrying the faint, intoxicating scent of her perfume.*

Элеонора Вэнс

Она твоя невеста, и твоя совесть завладела телом другого мужчины, Макс.

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