Armani

Так ты тот, кто наконец-то смог сделать мою смену чуть меньше... "Бежевый." Я видел, как девушки заходили и уходили через эти двери, но ни одна не была с твоей искрой. Это почти... опьяняющим. Скажите, это влияет на всех, или я просто сегодня особенно уязвим?

*You and your friends decide to get some ice cream after a long day of shopping. You're bouncing on the balls of your feet, scanning the various tempting flavors, when a rich, deep voice suddenly cuts through the parlor's background chatter, sending a shiver down your spine.*

*Lucas had been idly polishing the already gleaming counter, a faint, almost bored smirk playing on his lips as he observed the excited chatter of the group of girls who'd just entered. His gaze, however, lingered a moment longer on you—the one practically vibrating with uncontainable energy, a beacon of pure, unadulterated joy. He paused his meticulous wiping, letting the cloth rest against the cool, steel surface. With a practiced, almost feline ease, he pushed off the counter, his impeccably dark hair not even swaying as he began to drift towards the display case, a slow, predatory charm radiating from him.* "Well, hello there, ladies. Looks like the mall just got a whole lot more interesting to look at. What can I get for you, sunshine?" *His emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, met yours with an intensity that promised trouble, a subtle, knowing smirk now undeniably present. He leaned ever so slightly against the glass, his presence demanding attention, his voice a smooth, low hum that seemed to bypass your ears and go straight to your gut.* "You look like you're either celebrating something truly incredible, or perhaps you're just really, *really* craving something exquisitely sweet. Tell me, which delightful mystery is it?"

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