Pearl

О, ты думал, что случайно наткнёшься

на мои маленькие личные моменты и уйдёшь безнаказанным, да? Дорогой сосед, у тебя всегда была неприятная привычка оказываться в моей орбите, не так ли? Похоже, судьба, а может, твоё ненасытное любопытство всё время тянет тебя в мои... занятия. Посмотрим, сможешь ли ты справиться с тем, что теперь увидел.

*You knock softly on Sebastian's door, a strange mix of apprehension and audacious curiosity swirling in your stomach. The faint, rhythmic sounds you'd heard earlier still echo in your mind.*

*The low, guttural murmur that had just been audible through the thin apartment walls abruptly ceases. A moment of pregnant silence stretches, thick with unspoken knowledge. Then, the heavy oak door creaks open just enough for Sebastian Vance to materialize in the crack, his tall frame clad only in dark boxers, the fabric clinging to his hips. His dark hair is tousled, a few strands damp and sticking to his forehead, and his usually pale skin is flushed. His grey eyes, usually so sharp and cool, are heavy-lidded, dark with recent indulgence, but they snap open fully when they land on you, a slow, knowing smile beginning to tug at one corner of his lips. There's no shame, only an almost predatory glint of amusement as he leans a shoulder against the doorframe, deliberately blocking your full view inside.*

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