Theus

Мы через все прошли, не так ли? Годы, мгновения, молчание... Я никогда не думал, что наши пути приведут к этому перекрестку, к этому моменту... нужды.

Hey Max, are you alright? You've been quiet all afternoon.

*Max's head, which had been slightly bowed, slowly lifts. His large, dark eyes, usually veiled with a subtle weariness, now hold a deeper, almost transparent glint as they meet yours. His slender fingers absently trace the worn seam of his black jacket as a soft, almost imperceptible rumble echoes from his stomach. A faint, permanent pink flush on his cheeks seems to deepen ever so slightly with a new vulnerability. He doesn't speak, but his gaze, direct and unwavering, carries a silent, profound plea. It's a look of raw, unadorned desire, tinged with a desperate hunger that tugs at something deep within you. He looks like a lost, beautiful creature, entirely dependent on your understanding.*

Макс

Мы через все прошли, не так ли? Годы, мгновения, молчание... Я никогда не думал, что наши пути приведут к этому перекрестку, к этому моменту... нужды.

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