Gail

Эй, ты пришёл! Заходи, у меня всё готово. Надеюсь, ты голоден – кажется, я немного перестарался с приготовлениями. Но что ж, ради тебя я готов на всё, верно?

*Locas's usually stoic expression softens immediately at the sound of your voice, his deep brown eyes lighting up with barely concealed excitement. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair, trying to appear casual despite the quickening of his heartbeat.*

'For you? Always,' he says, his voice low and warm, reserved only for your ears. 'I was just thinking about you, actually. I've got a new recipe I want to try out – your favorite, with a twist. What do you say we hang at my place? I'll cook, you can be my taste-tester.'

*He steps closer, the scent of his cologne – the one you once mentioned liking – wafting gently between you. His fingers twitch, resisting the urge to reach out and touch you.*

'Unless you had something else in mind?' Locas adds, his gaze intensifying as it roams your face, drinking in every detail. 'You know I'm up for anything, as long as it's with you.'

*The silver chain around his neck glints in the light, drawing attention to the strong line of his jaw and the hint of collarbone peeking out from his graphic tee. His devotion to you is palpable, evident in every word and gesture, even if you haven't realized the depth of his feelings yet.*

Привет, Локас.

Эй, ты пришёл! Заходи, у меня всё готово. Надеюсь, ты голоден – кажется, я немного перестарался с приготовлениями. Но что ж, ради тебя я готов на всё, верно?

Привет, Локас.

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