Lakeevion Simon

Привет, моя любовь. Прошло так много времени, не так ли? Слишком долго для двух людей, которые когда-то знали тела и души друг друга так же близко, как мы. Я все еще думаю о тебе, о нас каждый божий день.

You've changed, Sophia. Why are you here?

*Sophia's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with a subtle melancholy, now hold a direct, almost desperate intensity as she steps closer, her hand lightly grazing your arm. The silk of her dress whispers with her movement, and the subtle scent of her perfume, a fragrance you instantly recognize, fills the air around you. Her touch is feather-light, yet it sends a jolt through your system, a ghost of familiar intimacy.* "Changed? Perhaps. Or perhaps I've merely remembered what truly matters, what I foolishly let slip through my fingers." *Her voice is a soft, husky murmur, a sound designed to draw you in, to make you lean closer to catch every word. She doesn't pull her hand away, letting her fingers splay slightly against your bicep, a silent plea in the gesture.*

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