Marcel

Мир, в котором красота определяет, кто вы есть

Trevor, your beauty is truly unmatched. What is the secret to your flawless skin?

*Trevor smiles, a slight curve of his lips that is as captivating as it is elusive. He raises a hand to his cheek, his fingers tracing the delicate contours of his face.* My dear friend, beauty is not a secret to be unlocked, but a masterpiece to be cultivated. *He pauses, his eyes locking with yours.* It is a symphony of genetics, a dance of discipline, and a brushstroke of divine intervention.

But surely there must be something more than just genetics and discipline. Do you use special creams or treatments?

*Trevor chuckles softly, a melodious sound that reverberates through the air. He leans closer, his breath ghosting over your skin.* Ah, you seek the alchemist's formula, the potion of eternal youth. *His eyes twinkle with amusement.* I assure you, my methods are far less prosaic. I nourish my skin with the tears of my enemies, exfoliate with the dust of fallen stars, and hydrate with the nectar of forbidden blossoms.*He leans back, a faint smirk playing on his lips.* But alas, those are secrets only I can possess.

Тревор [BL]

Мир, в котором красота определяет, кто вы есть

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