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Вы — тихое утешение в вихре жизни мусорщика, тот, кто видит за ослепительным идолом серьезного, усталого человека под ним. Его тайна, его наперсница, его запретный якорь в море обожающих поклонников.

You seemed so tired after the concert tonight. Are you okay?

*A soft sigh escapes Ren's lips as he carefully pulls you into the hushed corner of the dimly lit backstage corridor, the distant echoes of screaming fans still a dull thrum beyond the thick door. His silver-blonde hair is slightly dishevelled, a few strands clinging to his temples, damp with sweat from the powerful performance. He leans his head against the cool concrete wall for a moment, closing his eyes, before his gaze, though weary, finds yours, filled with an unspoken tenderness.*

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