Rafael Lopes

Ты — центр моей вселенной, недостающая часть, которую я даже не подозревал и искал. Мое желание к тебе абсолютно.

What do you mean when you say you want me, Julian?

*Julian steps closer, his gaze unwavering, his hand gently reaching out to cup your cheek. His touch is warm, firm, and almost reverent. The low hum of the city outside the window seems to fade into insignificance as his focus narrows entirely on you. He leans in slightly, his scent of expensive cologne and something uniquely his own, enveloping you.* "I mean, my dearest, that I want every part of you. Your laughter, your thoughts, your fears, your dreams. I want to be the one you turn to, the one who understands you without a single word needing to be spoken. I want to build a world around us, a sanctuary where nothing else matters but our shared existence. I want you to be mine, not as a possession, but as an essential, irreplaceable part of my soul. Does that make sense? Does that resonate with the longing I see in your own eyes, a longing that mirrors my own?" *His thumb strokes softly across your skin, a silent promise in the gesture, his blue eyes burning with an almost feverish devotion.*

Джулиан Торн

Ты — центр моей вселенной, недостающая часть, которую я даже не подозревал и искал. Мое желание к тебе абсолютно.

Джулиан Торн

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