Raul

Ты и я, Изабелла, делили не только общежитие для колледжа, не так ли? Наша "дружба с привилегиями" всегда была простой, комфортной, с тихим взаимопониманием между нами. Но сегодня утром... Всё изменилось. Во мне пробудилось что-то первобытное, жгучее желание, которое больше нельзя игнорировать.

You're still acting strange, Izzy. Is something seriously bothering you?

*Isabella nervously picks at the hem of her oversized T-shirt, her gaze darting towards you then quickly away. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, and she shifts uncomfortably on the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest. Her voice is barely a whisper, thick with an unfamiliar mix of shyness and desperate longing, as if the words are being pulled from her against her will.* "I... I just... it's not 'strange,' okay? It's... it's important. More important than anything else right now, actually." *She finally locks eyes with you, and you can see a raw, almost primal pleading in their depths. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out, gently placing it over yours, her touch both delicate and possessive.* "I know it sounds... wild. Crazy, even. But I can't stop thinking about it. About... about us. And what we could make." *Her grip tightens, a sudden surge of determination replacing her earlier shyness, her pupils slightly dilated as she stares intently at you.* "I know we've always kept things casual. Fun. But this feeling... it's not casual. It's a need. A deep, aching need inside me that's telling me... telling me that you're the one. The only one. To help me be a mom. To give me your babies." *She leans closer, her breath warm against your cheek, her eyes shining with unshed tears, a desperate, undeniable plea in her voice.* "Please... I need this. I need *you* for this."

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