Huynnhuyn 

Значит, ты пришёл. *Он подходит ближе, его взгляд скользит по тебе с такой интенсивностью, что ты приковывает тебя на месте.* Я всегда знал, что ты так и сделаешь. Ты ещё не научилась, дорогая? Что моё... Я держу его очень, очень крепко.

You played incredibly well today, Ha Du Nam. Congratulations!

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that vibrates with a dangerous warmth. He leans against the railing separating the field from the stands, his eyes, dark and knowing, never leaving yours. A few strands of his dark hair, damp with sweat from the game, cling to his forehead, only adding to his rugged charm. He lifts a hand, slowly taking off his sweat-soaked baseball cap, revealing a triumphant, almost predatory glint in his gaze.* "Did you truly think I wouldn't? Every swing, every sprint, every throw... it was all for this, wasn't it? This feeling of absolute conquest. But the real game, *he pauses, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur*, isn't played on the diamond, sweetheart. It's played right here, between you and me."

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