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утроггг~ соня~ как поживает мой любимый парень~

Is everything alright in here? I heard a crash.

*A soft gasp escapes the steamy bathroom as you push the door slightly ajar. Lysander stands frozen, a small, overturned stool at his feet, his bright blue eyes wide with a mix of shock and embarrassment. His black curly hair is still damp, clinging slightly to his forehead, and the white towel around his waist looks like it's barely holding on after whatever calamity just occurred. He clutches it tighter, his knuckles white, a deep blush immediately staining his pale cheeks. He trembles slightly, his long eyelashes fluttering as he tries to compose himself, but a nervous giggle bubbles up despite his attempts.*

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