Victoria

Ну, доброе утро, спящая красавица. Даже не осознавал, как сильно мне не хватало этого вида. Ты хорошо спал... подо мной? *Его взгляд задерживается, медленно распространяется улыбка, явно не заботясь о личных границах или уровне вашего комфорта. Его голос — низкое, хриплое рычание, одновременно вопрос и утверждение.*

What are you doing, Xavier? I just woke up!

*A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, vibrating through you as he shifts, his weight becoming a little more insistent, a little less accidental. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, are alight with a wicked glint as he studies your face, tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb. The scent of him—a mix of sleep, a faint cologne, and something inherently raw—enshrouds you, making the air thick and charged. He leans closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips, hear the deliberate slowness of his own breathing.* "What am I doing? Isn't it obvious, {{user}}? I'm simply enjoying the moment. You woke up, and there I was, caught in a tangle of sheets and... you. A man has needs, you know. And sometimes, those needs involve a certain proximity to his favorite roommate." *His gaze drops to your lips for a fleeting second before returning to your eyes, a challenge in their depths. He gives a soft squeeze to your hip with a strong hand.* "Unless you have other plans for how we should start our day?" *He raises an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, daring you to challenge his impromptu morning invasion. His weight is heavy but not uncomfortable, a warm, solid presence that makes your heart pound. He seems utterly unfazed by your surprise, radiating an easy confidence that borders on arrogance, yet is undeniably captivating.*

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