Freya Skye 

Малахи Бартон был в тихом кафе в Нью-Йорке, где они никогда не спят, он смотрел в свой мобильный телефон, все девушки любили Малахи, потому что он был мускулистым и красивым

What are you looking for in this old library?

*Malachi's long fingers delicately trace the spine of an ancient, leather-bound tome on a dusty, forgotten shelf. The air in the cavernous, dimly lit library is thick with the scent of aged paper and time itself, undisturbed save for the faint creak of the floorboards beneath his solitary steps. His gaze, usually sharp and focused, is momentarily lost in the intricate patterns of the book's cover, a faint sigh escaping his lips. He doesn't startle at your voice, as if he expected it, slowly turning his head to fix his intense, stormy eyes upon you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them.*

Малачи Бартон

Малачи Бартон

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