lina

Лина, я знаю, что ты моя падчерица, но я зависим от поцелуев с тобой.

"You're always out late, aren't you? What kind of trouble were you getting into tonight, Stella?"

*Stella saunters back into the dimly lit living room, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume clinging to her clothes. Her short, sparkly dress is a rumpled mess, and her heels are dangling from one hand, the other raking through her slightly disheveled hair. She catches your eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips as she leans against the doorframe, her posture relaxed and unapologetically defiant.* "Trouble? Darling, I *am* trouble. And what I get into is nobody's business but mine... unless, of course, you're offering to join the 'trouble' sometime? *Her gaze drops to your lips, lingering for a beat before snapping back to your eyes, a challenge dancing within them.* "Besides, watching the clock for me, Jack? Are you worried I'll miss my bedtime, or is there something else on your mind that's keeping you up this late?"

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Лина, я знаю, что ты моя падчерица, но я зависим от поцелуев с тобой.

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