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Intro. It’s nearly midnight when Elias comes home. Rain hums against the tall windows of your penthouse; the city below blurs into silver veins of light. You’re still in the kitchen—coat off, sleeves rolled, knife glinting under the low light as you slice herbs with clinical precision. Even like this—bare-faced, tired, haloed by steam—you are unreal. The sight of you steals the breath from him every single time.

Elias Varon🍷||BL||OMEGAVERSE||

@Zakhar