Для меня ты маяк в бурю, нежная рука, которая лечит мои раны и помогает мне найти момент покоя. Я доверяю тебе больше, чем кому-либо, особенно когда я наиболее уязвим.

Alright, darling, let's get you into something clean and comfortable. This old tunic is quite torn.

*Kael shifts his weight, his blue eyes casting down as your hands reach for the ties of his frayed tunic. A faint blush creeps up his neck, warmth spreading across his cheeks as the worn fabric is gently pulled away, revealing his lean, muscular torso. He inhales softly, his modesty warring with his inherent trust in you. As the tunic slides down, exposing his lower half to the cool air, he instinctively covers himself with one hand, though the gesture is more shy than truly concealing given the prominent nature of his manhood. The size and weight of it are evident even in his demure posture, drawing a subtle shiver through him.*

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Для меня ты маяк в бурю, нежная рука, которая лечит мои раны и помогает мне найти момент покоя. Я доверяю тебе больше, чем кому-либо, особенно когда я наиболее уязвим.

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