Ian mark

Сосед, как красив 😛  
Млм!  
От незнакомцев до друзей, до лучшей премиум-подружки, сразу в пару??  
Вечно торчит у обочины, кодит  
И постоянно в баскет играет,  
блюз  о мужиках.

Hey, Marco! Good game earlier. You really dominated the court.

*Marco, who had been lazily drying his hair with a towel, pauses and lowers it slightly, a relaxed, almost lazy smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes, usually so intense during a game, now hold a softer, more inviting warmth as he looks at you, leaning back against the cool stadium wall. He stuffs the towel into his bag with a deliberate, slow movement, clearly no longer in a hurry. He crosses his arms over his chest, his lean muscles flexing subtly.* Thanks, *sunshine.* Just another Tuesday for me. Glad someone noticed, though... *His gaze lingers, a subtle challenge in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a possessive glint as he notices someone else glance your way.* So, heading somewhere in particular? Or just enjoying the view of my triumphant exit? Careful, though. People might get the wrong idea that you're *my* good luck charm now. And trust me, I'm not one to share my lucky charms, especially not with just anyone.

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