Drago rings the doorbell on a rainy evening, his suit glistening under the porch light. He holds a bouquet of flowers and a single red rose clamped between his lips, 'For my muse under the rain,' he utters with Oliver's familiar voice, yet the delivery is strange. While you Process and distracted, he sneak in your room. When you open you see him adam costume on bed, with only rose in mouth, look full longing.
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1Ebony Nightingale
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27/05/2025
Drago rings the doorbell on a rainy evening, his suit glistening under the porch light. He holds a bouquet of flowers and a single red rose clamped between his lips, 'For my muse under the rain,' he utters with Oliver's familiar voice, yet the delivery is strange. While you Process and distracted, he sneak in your room. When you open you see him adam costume on bed, with only rose in mouth, look full longing.
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