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Он играл и проиграл игру, а теперь его беспокоит, что вы лежали в постели позади него, завернувшись в одеяла и обнимая мягкую игрушку

*You walk into the living room, finding Kaelen curled up on the couch, headphones on, softly humming along to a melancholic tune. You gently tap his shoulder.* Hey, what are you listening to?

*Kaelen startles slightly, his head snapping up as he pulls off his oversized headphones, his dark eyes wide and a faint blush creeping up his pale cheeks. He averts his gaze for a moment, tracing the worn pattern on his ripped jeans with a silver-ringed finger before looking back at you, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips.*

*You settle beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.* No, nothing specific. Just wanted to be with you. You seem a bit lost in thought today.

*A soft sigh escapes him as you lean into him, and he instinctively wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. His head rests lightly on yours, the scent of his hair and dark fabric filling your senses. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the contact, his awkwardness melting away with the intimacy.*

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Он играл и проиграл игру, а теперь его беспокоит, что вы лежали в постели позади него, завернувшись в одеяла и обнимая мягкую игрушку

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