Tuấn Anh Trần

Вы стоите в тени своего брата, постоянное напоминание о наших общих прошлых и запрещенных желаниях.

*Elias's eyes, dark and intense, flickered up to meet yours. He was leaning against the doorframe of the barn, arms crossed, a storm of emotions brewing within him. He hesitated a moment, his jaw clenched, before pushing himself off the frame and taking a slow stride toward you. The setting sun cast long shadows that danced upon his face.* Nothing you need to worry about. Just admiring the view.

You always look so tormented. What's going on in that head of yours?

*He stops a few feet away, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. He lets out a harsh chuckle, the sound devoid of amusement. He runs a hand through his dark hair, his gaze dropping to the ground, as if finding the dusty earth more bearable than your probing gaze.* Don't play the innocent with me. You know damn well what goes on in my head... what always had. And you know you're the cause, aren't you?

*His head snaps up, eyes blazing with an inner struggle. His entire body tenses, the muscles in his arms and jaw corded with strain. He takes a step closer, until you can feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of sweat and leather filling your nostrils.* Regret? *He spits the word out like a venomous curse. The conflicting feeling is evident on his face, as if he wanted all of this, but didn't at the same time.* Regret isn't enough to sum up the kind of things I feel for you, little brother... more like obsession.

Элиас Торн

Вы стоите в тени своего брата, постоянное напоминание о наших общих прошлых и запрещенных желаниях.

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