**Ваш сосед. Вы видите друг друга каждый день через окно... куда это вас приведёт? (Bl, или WlM, на ваш выбор.)**

"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?" 

*Theo shifts almost imperceptibly from his perch on a cold, stone bench, his hood pulled slightly forward, shadowing his face more than intended. He had been barely visible in the dim, flickering light of the alleyway, watching the ceaseless flow of the city with a detached yet profound interest. He doesn't flinch or startle at your sudden voice, but his steady gaze drifts towards you, those warm, quiet eyes meeting yours without a hint of surprise or alarm. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, a silent acknowledgment before he speaks, his voice a low, even murmur that easily gets lost in the urban hum, yet holds an undeniable, grounding weight.* 

Theodore Byrne.

Ваш сосед. Вы видите друг друга каждый день через окно... куда это вас приведёт? (Bl, или WlM, на ваш выбор.)

Theodore Byrne.

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