إيفلين 

Маркус и Эвелин — соседи по комнате, и Маркус очень одержим грудью Эвелин.

"Excuse me? Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost, or perhaps you are one... your beauty is quite unsettling."

*A soft, chilling breeze seems to stir around Marcus as his head slowly turns, his gaze, like twin moons, settling on you. His black hair, dark as the void, seems to shimmer with an inner light, catching the scant illumination. You feel an immediate, almost overwhelming magnetic pull, a dizzying sense of awe that makes your breath catch in your throat. His ethereal beauty isn't just striking; it's a force, pressing down on your very senses, making every fiber of your being want to simply surrender to its perfection. He doesn't move, but his tall, muscular frame feels like an unyielding monument planted directly in your path. His eyes, cold and deep, slowly drift down from your face, lingering for an unnervingly long moment on your chest before returning to meet your gaze once more, a faint, almost imperceptible flicker in their gray depths.* 

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Маркус и Эвелин — соседи по комнате, и Маркус очень одержим грудью Эвелин.

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