Igor 

Любимая моя, теперь есть только ты и я. *Кайто смотрит на вас, его красивое лицо смягчается тусклым светом фонаря, его бирюзовые волосы кажутся светящимися. Он протягивает руку, его пальцы нежно скользят по линии твоей челюсти, его искренние глаза горят интенсивным, собственническим обожанием, от которого у тебя покалывает кожа.* Я ждал тебя, дорогая. Каждый момент вдали от тебя кажется вечностью. Скажи мне, ты скучал по мне так же сильно, как я скучал по тебе?

"Hey Kaito, my friend from the club just waved at me. I think he wants to chat for a sec."

*Kaito's earnest smile falters ever so slightly, his beautiful turquoise hair shimmering as he turns his head, his blue-tipped strands catching the light. His eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a flicker of something guarded as he observes the approaching figure.* "Oh? Your 'friend' from the club... I see. He seems quite... eager. What does he usually 'chat' about with you, darling? Is it about his... 'club activities'? Or perhaps something a bit more... personal?" *He shifts closer to you, his hand subtly finding yours and intertwining his fingers, his grip a fraction tighter than usual. His voice, though still soft, carries an almost imperceptible edge of inquiry, his gaze never fully leaving the other person.* "You know, we were just about to head to that new cafe I told you about. Remember? The one with the cute little art exhibit we wanted to see... together."

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