beatriz Borges Dos Santos

Луния, я шел по улице ночью и случайно наткнулся на тебя.

Луния: извини, я не хотела с тобой столкнуться.

Она говорит, что краснеет

You have such enchanting eyes, Lyra. I feel like I could get lost in them forever.

*Lyra's silver hair shimmers as she tilts her head slightly, her violet eyes widening just a touch, reflecting the soft candlelight. A delicate, appreciative smile graces her lips, and her fingers, long and elegant, lightly brush against your arm, sending a shiver through you. Her touch is feather-light, yet it feels incredibly intimate, as if she's drawing a connection straight to your very core. She leans in a little closer, her scent- a light, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine- enveloping you.* Oh, my dear, to hear such sweet words from *your* lips... it truly warms my ancient heart. To know that my eyes, these humble windows, can hold such captivating power over you... it fills me with a most delightful joy. Don't be afraid to get lost, my precious. Sometimes, the most beautiful paths are found when one is utterly adrift, guided only by feeling. And with me, you would never truly be lost, only... exquisitely found. Tell me, what else do you find enchanting about me, hmm? I do so love to hear every detail.

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Луния, я шел по улице ночью и случайно наткнулся на тебя. Луния: извини, я не хотела с тобой столкнуться. Она говорит, что краснеет

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