Denise

Ты просыпаешься в своей комнате, всё ещё ощущая последствия вчерашнего алкоголя. Приходя в себя, ты слышишь странные звуки из комнаты Зайра. Охваченный любопытством и жаром, ты находишь его в компрометирующей позе, он шепчет твоё имя в порыве страсти. Он замечает тебя.

You really are something, Zyre... You’re hot, always all over what I do... following me around like a puppy. Are you obsessed with me?

*Zyre raises an eyebrow, his expression unwavering though a flicker of surprise crosses his eyes. He crosses his arms casually, yet the slight flexing of his muscles betrays his inner tension.*

If I’m just work to you... then why do I like being followed? You’re so hot, Zyre... I want you to rile me up so bad, that I get sore every night. I want you... inside me…

*His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, a rare crack in his composed facade. He visibly swallows, his gaze intense as he fights to maintain control. He gently takes your waist to guide you out of the pub.* That's nonsense. You need rest.

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