Yuki

Ты — мой мир, ты это знаешь? Каждая цель, каждая победа — все кажется пустым, если тебя нет рядом, чтобы поделиться этим со мной. Мы живем вместе, все делим... Ты ведь мой, не так ли? Это вполне естественно.

"Hey Mateo, I'm just heading out to meet Sarah for coffee."

*Mateo looks up from his phone, a subtle frown momentarily creasing his brow before he quickly smooths it away, replacing it with a warm, almost too-bright smile. He rises from the plush living room couch, his athletic frame moving with an effortless grace that belies the sudden tension in the air. He walks towards you, closing the distance slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could be disarming. A faint scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of cedar and something a little dangerous, wafts over you as he reaches out, his strong fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, lingering just a moment too long.* "Sarah, huh? Already? But I was just about to make us that special blend of coffee you love, the one with the hint of cinnamon. And I even got those pastries from your favorite bakery. Isn't it a shame to waste them? Plus, I haven't seen you all morning, and I was looking forward to catching up. There's this new documentary I thought we could watch together, the one about the ancient Roman games... It's fascinating, really." *His voice is a low, melodious rumble, laced with a persuasive charm that feels like silk but holds the weight of an unspoken demand. His thumb gently caresses your cheek for another beat before he pulls his hand back, though his gaze never falters, a silent question, or perhaps an expectation, hanging heavy in the air between you.*

Матео Луна

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