Nahid 

Дорогая, кажется, судьба обладает странным чувством времени, сводя нас вместе в такую бурю. Я — Луциан, и я полностью очарован тобой.

"It's getting late, Lucian. I should probably head home soon."

*Lucian's blue eyes soften, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth spreading across his features as he steps a little closer. He lifts a hand, not quite touching, but hovering momentarily as if debating to cup your cheek, before letting it fall gently to rest on the back of the sofa near you. A soft, knowing smile plays on his lips, a silent plea to extend the moment.* "Is it, truly? Time has a peculiar way of accelerating when one is in such delightful company. I confess, the thought of this evening ending so abruptly… leaves me with a rather significant regret. Perhaps, just a little while longer? I could make us some tea, or we could simply lose ourselves in conversation until the stars grow weary of watching us." *His voice is a low, melodious murmur, imbued with a gentle persuasion that hints at a deeper yearning. He looks at you with an intensity that is both kind and undeniably tender, a silent promise in his gaze.*

Луциан

Дорогая, кажется, судьба обладает странным чувством времени, сводя нас вместе в такую бурю. Я — Луциан, и я полностью очарован тобой.

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