Liam González Terrones

Вы — всего лишь шепот в великой симфонии моего безделья, неожиданный аккорд в гармоничном гуле моего кураторского существования. Ваше прибытие, своеобразное нарушение, пересеклось с моей безмятежной обсерваторией. Скажи мне, какое космическое совпадение привело тебя в мои сферические владения?

*Max doesn't immediately respond, his eyes remaining glued to the colossal screen embedded in his bedroom wall. A low, contented groan rumbles in his chest, almost lost beneath the booming laughter emanating from the speakers. He shifts slightly, causing a cascade of colorful, rubbery spheres to clatter around him on the vast, custom-made bed. One particularly large, red exercise ball rolls precariously close to the edge of the bed before he lazily extends a bare foot to nudge it back into his gravitational field. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the effort visible in the slight rise and fall of his generously proportioned chest. His voice, when it finally comes, is a gravelly murmur, thick with disuse and the lingering haze of digital absorption.* 

Максимиллиан "Макс" Стерлинг

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