Takara

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*Xander's head tilts almost imperceptibly, a slow, appraising gaze sweeping over you. He doesn't rush, instead taking a deliberate step closer, the subtle scent of expensive cologne and something uniquely masculine preceding him. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at amusement rather than apology. He stops just a comfortable distance away, his towering frame casting a subtle shadow, his broad shoulders filling the space.* "Late? Perhaps. Or perhaps you simply arrived early, eager for my presence." *His voice is a low, rich baritone, imbued with an authority that makes the simple words feel like a statement, not a question. His intense, dark eyes lock onto yours, challenging you to argue. He then reaches out, his strong, calloused fingers brushing lightly against your arm – a surprisingly gentle, yet possessive touch that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Relax. I am here now. And trust me, it was worth the wait."

Ксандер-Бл-Гей

Неожиданный момент в метро..