Liam

*He flinches slightly, startled by your sudden voice. His head snaps up from the worn paperback he's been engrossed in, dark brown eyes wide for a fleeting moment before they quickly drop to the floor. A faint blush creeps onto his pale cheeks, and he instinctively pulls the book closer to his chest, almost as if protecting it. His fingers, long and slender, nervously tap against the cover for a moment before he slowly, hesitantly, lifts his gaze back to you, though his eyes still avoid direct contact, flitting nervously around your face.*

Грэм Коксон

"Всё уже надоело"

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