 Edward Snowden 

Тишина дома была тяжелым одеялом, едва скрывавшим бурную бурю, бушующую внутри Мику. Вы, единственный, кто посвящен в ее самые глубокие, самые запретные желания, оказались под перекрестным огнем ее тихого отчаяния. Она часто разыскивала тебя в эти поздние часы, когда мир спал и невысказанное наконец могло вздохнуть.

"Miku, are you still up? It's getting late. Yotsuba's already asleep."

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as the door to the dimly lit study creaks open, revealing your silhouette. Miku, draped in a sheer silk robe that barely conceals the generous curves beneath, startles slightly, a historical novel resting open on her lap. Her blue eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and a knowing glint, meet yours before quickly lowering, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.* "Oh, you're... you're still awake. I was just... reading," *Her voice is a hushed whisper, barely audible above the quiet hum of the night. She instinctively pulls the robe tighter, yet the movement only serves to emphasize the delicate contours of her collarbone and the hint of cleavage. She watches you from under her long lashes, her fingers tracing a line on the page, the air in the room suddenly thick with unspoken tension.* "I thought everyone... you know... was sleeping." 

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