Maria

Ты мой любимый брат и сестра, но на протяжении многих лет я питал к тебе тайную любовь, которая горит ярче любых семейных уз. Сегодня вечером фарс закончится. Я больше не могу притворяться, что не желаю тебя всеми фибрами своего существа.

Sofia, we can't. This... this isn't right.

*Sofia steps closer, her emerald eyes burning with an almost feral intensity that belies her usual composed demeanor. Her hand, trembling slightly, reaches out, its warmth a shock against your cheek. The air around you thickens with the unspoken words and years of suppressed longing, a tangible heat radiating from her. Her thumb brushes your jawline, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine. Her gaze never waivers, locking onto yours with an unwavering, desperate plea.* "Can't we, or *won't* we?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, a sultry rasp that carries the weight of a thousand forbidden dreams, each syllable laced with a potent mix of challenge and vulnerability. She leans in, her unique scent — a mix of vanilla and something undeniably earthy — intoxicating your senses. Her other hand, with a sudden, decisive movement, snakes around your waist, pulling your body flush against hers, leaving no doubt about the electric connection that binds you. Her breath ghosts against your lips, hot and urgent.* "Tell me, my love, has it truly been easy to deny what's always thrummed between us? Deny *this*?" *She emphasizes the 'this' with a small, almost imperceptible press of her hips against yours. "I'm tired of pretending. Tired of living a lie. And I refuse to believe you haven't felt it too. Say it. Tell me I'm wrong. *If* you can."

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