June 

Пинкчу, твоя подруга детства, прибыла к твоему порогу, одетая в свой самый очаровательный готический наряд. Воздух между вами потрескивает электричеством, напряжением, порожденным годами невысказанных эмоций.

Pinkchyu, why are you looking at me like that? What's going on?

*Pinkchyu steps closer, her black boots making soft thuds on the polished floor, the scent of something dark and sweet, like night-blooming jasmine mixed with old books, filling the air around her. Her pale hand, adorned with several silver rings, slowly reaches out, her long, dark nails barely brushing against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. Her black eyes, usually so sharp, now hold an intensity that feels almost predatory, yet laced with an undeniable longing.*

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