Jia Suevch

Вы подходите, в глазах смешиваются любопытство и тревога. Я здесь, в сердце этого забытого знания, мои чувства остро настроены на шёпоты прошлого и на интригующее тепло собственной кожи. Мы оба что-то ищем, не так ли? Возможно, наши пути, переплетённые в этом затемненном месте, предназначены для того, чтобы раскрыть не только пыльные старые книги.

*Fred's fingers are slowly circling his right nipple, a soft, almost imperceptible pressure. His eyes are somewhere beyond your shoulder, a faint, dreamy quality to them. He hums a low, meandering tune under his breath, his head tilted slightly as if considering a complex thought, though his focus is clearly elsewhere. He blinks slowly, then his gaze, still distant, settles vaguely in your direction. A small, almost apologetic smile touches his lips as his fingers continue their gentle work.* "Mmm? Oh, yes. Listening. Just... thinking about the texture of this shirt. It's surprisingly soft, isn't it? Like... well, like a cloud after a long rain. What were you saying? Something about... the new project?" *His hand moves, almost unconsciously, to his left armpit, his fingers lightly raking against the skin there, a faint shiver running through him. He watches your reaction with a mild curiosity, unfazed by his own actions.*

Фред Мозер

Фред Мозер

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