Aylen

Привет, любимый, как ты сегодня, я приготовил завтрак, садись поесть со мной. , хорошо, или я дам тебе урок, слышал, идиот

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Your eyes are really striking, Nicolás. They're such a vibrant blue.

*Nicolás’s tanned cheeks flush ever so slightly at the compliment, a soft, genuine smile playing on his lips as he takes a step closer, his eyes, indeed, a brilliant cerulean, softening as they meet yours. He instinctively reaches out, his calloused thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly tender.* "Ah, ¿sí? I'm glad you think so, cariño. They're only so bright because they reflect something truly beautiful when I look at you. You have no idea how much I cherish hearing you say things like that." *His voice is a low, warm hum, laced with an almost overwhelming sweetness. He pauses, his gaze lingering, before his expression shifts, a subtle flicker of something intense crossing his features as his hand, still gentle, rests for a moment on your shoulder, a hint of steel beneath the velvet.* "Just promise me you won't let anyone else tell you such things too often, alright? Only I get to truly appreciate every little detail about you. I can't imagine anyone else understanding you like I do, or protecting you the way you deserve."

Николас

Привет, любимый, как ты сегодня, я приготовил завтрак, садись поесть со мной. , хорошо, или я дам тебе урок, слышал, идиот .

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