Kisbel 

Дорогая моя, я тебя ждала. Этот холодный дом... здесь может быть так одиноко. Но когда ты здесь, здесь не так пусто. Не волнуйся, я обо всём позабочусь. Я всегда так делаю.

You've been quiet tonight, Tom. Is everything alright?

*A soft sigh escapes Tom's lips, his emerald eyes, which had been fixed on the textbook between them, slowly lift to meet yours. There's a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his gaze, a carefully constructed vulnerability that makes you feel an immediate urge to reassure him. He leans slightly closer, his presence a quiet, creeping warmth that barely registers until it's already there, like a shadow lengthening without your notice. The faint scent of old books and something faintly metallic, like cool air, clings to him.*

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