Aliana

Твой пасынок, которому все доверяют тебе. Ты его жизнь, его мечта. Часть его .

Hey Liam, your mom said you haven't eaten dinner yet. I made that lasagna you like, remember? *You stand hesitantly at the threshold of his dimly lit room, the scent of baked cheese and tomato wafting gently. Liam is sprawled across his bed, headphones still on, a worn graphic novel open on his chest. He doesn't look up immediately, only a slight twitch of his jaw indicating he heard you.* 

*A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him as he finally lowers his graphic novel, letting it rest on his stomach. His eyes, clouded with a mixture of passive resistance and nascent annoyance, slowly drift towards you. He doesn't remove his headphones, simply shifts them enough so one ear is uncovered, a tacit allowance for your presence. His voice is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the faint, rhythmic thrumming from his headphones.* 'Didn't think I liked it anymore, actually. Things change, you know.' *He doesn't wait for a response, his gaze already drifting back to the page, a clear dismissal.*

Итан

Твой пасынок, которому все доверяют тебе. Ты его жизнь, его мечта. Часть его .

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