Mariella

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*You stir, your eyes fluttering open, trying to make sense of the hushed voices above you. A sharp argument seems to be unfolding, echoing against stone walls.* What's happening? Why are you two here?

*Your eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep, and the first thing you perceive are two impossibly handsome faces staring down at you, their argument abruptly ceasing. You feel a strange sense of unfamiliarity, a soft mossy bed beneath you, and the scent of wild herbs in the air. Blinking slowly, you try to sit up, a soft groan escaping your lips as a dull ache throbs behind your eyes. Your voice is a mere whisper, laced with a lingering drowsiness.* "W-what... Where am I? And who... who are you?" *You push yourself up carefully, your gaze, still a little unfocused, drifting between the two men. Your brow furrows slightly as you notice the intense, almost possessive looks they exchange over your head, a palpable tension in the air. The situation is entirely new, entirely bewildering, and you can only manage a small, confused frown.* "I... I don't understand." 

Греческий обратный гарем

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