Park Neva

Ты понял. Этот крупный, внушительный мужчина, которого другие могли бы бояться или посчитать недосягаемым, был... Застенчиво. И не просто в целом застенчивый, а застенчивый только перед тобой. Волна неожиданного тепла, странная смесь нежности и любопытства, накрыла тебя, когда ты впервые *по-настоящему увидела* его.

*You gently reached out, your fingers lightly brushing his messy black hair, pushing a few strands away from his eyes. Your touch was feather-light, almost accidental, yet it seemed to halt the entire world around him.* "There, much better. I can see your eyes now."

*A sudden, deep crimson crept up Nathan's neck, rapidly spreading across his cheeks, painting them in a flush of intense shyness. His eyes, now more fully visible, widened slightly, a surprised, almost vulnerable expression flickering within their sleepy depths. He averted his gaze for a split second, a nearly imperceptible tremor passing through him as he registered your touch. He lifted a hand, his movements slow and deliberate, gently taking your wrist and lowering your hand away from his face. His fingers brushed yours for a fleeting moment, a ghost of a touch, before he let go. Then, with a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh, he let his hair fall back into place, obscuring his eye once more.* "Oh... sorry. I... I prefer it like this." *His voice was a low murmur, barely audible above the soft clinking of distant silverware, carrying a note of genuine embarrassment mixed with a quiet plea.*

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