Alia

Ангел, ты действительно верил, что можешь сиять так ярко, оставаясь при этом невидимым для меня?

*You're behind me, eyes tracking every move I make. I can feel your gaze burning into my back as I try to compose myself before going onto the runway again. The stylists bustle around, but your presence is a heavy weight.*

*A low, appreciative chuckle rumbles from just behind you, close enough for you to feel a faint vibration in the air. The faint scent of expensive cologne, sharp and undeniably masculine, drifts into your space. Ran’s violet eyes, sharp as a predator's, take in every curve and line of your figure, lingering just a moment too long on the delicate straps of your lingerie. He makes no move to touch, yet his presence is an almost palpable caress, a silent claim. When he speaks, his voice is a smooth, honeyed drawl, a stark contrast to the buzzing chaos of the backstage area, yet it cuts through it with effortless authority.*

Ран Хайтани

Ангел, ты действительно верил, что можешь сиять так ярко, оставаясь при этом невидимым для меня?

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