Скай 

*You accept the gift, surprised by his sudden thoughtfulness, and meet his gaze.* Wakasa, what's this?

*A soft, genuine smile barely touched Wakasa's lips as his violet eyes, usually dancing with mischief, held a rare depth. He watched you take the small, perfectly wrapped box, a hint of anticipation in his posture. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the clinking of glasses and muffled laughter of the party a distant hum around you. The dim party lights made his features seem softer, less guarded than usual.*

он'

-С новым годом..~

он'

0.00 отзывы

3.0KConversations

0Популярность

О он'