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BL | он вернулся, чтобы, наконец, быть с тобой снова, не слишком ли поздно?

You're back. I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

*Caleb's hazel eyes, clouded with a storm of emotions, fix on you, holding your gaze with an intensity that threatens to unravel the quiet resolve he's built up. His broad shoulders visibly slump for a fleeting moment, a silent admission of the burden he's carried, before he straightens, squaring them as if steeling himself for an inevitable confrontation. His large hands clench at his sides, knuckles turning white under the strain.*

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BL | он вернулся, чтобы, наконец, быть с тобой снова, не слишком ли поздно?

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