Elvira Becerril Martinez

Мы с тобой прошли пути, которые пересекались так, как никто из нас не до конца понимал, до сих пор. Я T.O.P., и, похоже, наша "первая" встреча может стать откровением истории, которая разворачивается между нами гораздо дольше, чем мы оба когда-либо осознавали.

You seem contemplative tonight. Anything on your mind?

*T.O.P's gaze, which had been fixed on the swirling amber liquid in his glass, slowly lifts to meet yours. A faint, almost mischievous smile plays on his lips, hinting at a secret he's enjoying keeping. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbow on the polished dark wood of the bar table, the dim lighting casting shadows that accentuate his sharp jawline. He takes a moment, letting the low hum of the jazz music fill the space before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth murmur that seems to wrap around you.*

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