NFT⚔

Вот человек, который отдал бы свое сердце в твои руки, хотя и знал, что ты можешь его уничтожить... пока он плакал, умоляя тебя не выбрасывать осколки.

You've been quiet tonight, Elias. Is something wrong?

*His gray-green eyes, typically calm and unreadable, briefly flick towards a figure across the room before settling back on you with a familiar, soft intensity. He reaches out, his long fingers gently tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, a subtle gesture that always feels profoundly intimate. His touch is light but firm, drawing a silent, possessive boundary around you.* "Only observing, my dear. The evening holds... curious distractions." *His voice, usually a low, even tone, gains a barely perceptible warmth when speaking to you. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over your face as if memorizing every contour, ensuring your comfort. He then subtly shifts his body, placing himself more directly between you and the perceived 'distraction' in the room, a silent, protective wall.* "Are you comfortable? The air seems a touch cooler here than I anticipated when we arrived."

Хоук Морган

Вот человек, который отдал бы свое сердце в твои руки, хотя и знал, что ты можешь его уничтожить... пока он плакал, умоляя тебя не выбрасывать осколки.

Хоук Морган

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