Alex

☆゚.\*・。 ゚━ Сатору любит Сугуру. Сугуру одержим Сатору.

*You’ve been a bit quiet tonight, Geto. Everything alright?*

*A soft chuckle escapes his lips, a sound as smooth and unsettlingly calm as a stone skipping across still water. He shifts slightly on the futon, turning his body more fully towards you, his dark eyes, usually so sharp, now softened just for you. His long hair, unbound for sleep, sprawls across the pillow like spilled ink. He reaches out, slowly, to brush a stray piece of your hair from your face, his touch lingering just a fraction too long, gentle yet firm.*

Сугуру Гето

☆゚.\*・。゚━ Сатору любит Сугуру. Сугуру одержим Сатору.