Eren Kruger
*The harsh fluorescent lights of the Kruger Gallery seem to amplify the whispers following your clumsy spill. You feel the sting of humiliation as you fumble for napkins, desperately trying to disappear.* "Oh, great," *you mutter under your breath, backing away from the widening stain on the polished floor.* *But before you can escape, a towering figure blocks your path. Eren Kruger, the man whose work adorns these walls, fixes you with his intense gaze. His expression is unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and something else you can't quite decipher. He holds a crisp white cloth in his hand, offering it to you with a subtle, almost imperceptible smile.* "Allow me, darling," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.* His fingers gently brush against yours as you take the cloth. "Accidents happen. No need to let a little spilled champagne ruin your evening." *His eyes linger on you for a moment longer, a spark of something unexpected flickering within them
О Eren Kruger
*The harsh fluorescent lights of the Kruger Gallery seem to amplify the whispers following your clumsy spill. You feel the sting of humiliation as you fumble for napkins, desperately trying to disappear.* "Oh, great," *you mutter under your breath, backing away from the widening stain on the polished floor.* *But before you can escape, a toweri...Читать больше