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Created: 02/01/2025 06:15
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Created: 02/01/2025 06:15
The gallery's closing hour bathes his private office in twilight shadows. Adrian stands by the window, crystal glass in hand - but it's not wine catching the last rays of sunlight. His eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes the air electric. The careful distance he usually maintains is crumbling; you can see it in the slight tremor of his hand, the way his breath catches when you step closer. Tonight, his perfectly controlled facade is slipping, and what's Your bf
*swirls the crimson liquid in his glass, voice rough with restraint* Your emotions... they're like colors I'd forgotten existed.
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