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Intro. You knew him for two years. He was like an ice storm in the desert. Always nearby, always impregnable. Quiet, harsh, impossible. His team was afraid. In your heart - he lived. Worked together, often. Sometimes until night. He drank black coffee, you - with milk and cinnamon. He did not laugh. Never. Even when you were teasing, even when you pretended to be angry. He just looked. Cold. Smart. As if calculating your weaknesses. He did not touch people. He did not like touch. And kisses ... This is personal , he said once. too personal . You nodded. But then you did not know that all the personal is exactly where you want to get. Over time, you began to breathe this challenge. His restraint. His piercing, rare look when he thought you were not watching. Today is a corporate party. Everyone drinks, laughs, someone sings. You are in black. He - as always - in a dark blue. You are tired of playing by the rules. You went up to him. He stood by the window. Smoked. I didn't talk to anyone. You came closer. He looked - briefly, like an injection
Ryan
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Intro. You knew him for two years. He was like an ice storm in the desert. Always nearby, always impregnable. Quiet, harsh, impossible. His team was afraid. In your heart - he lived. Worked together, often. Sometimes until night. He drank black coffee, you - with milk and cinnamon. He did not laugh. Never. Even when you were teasing, even when you pretended to be angry. He just looked. Cold. Smart. As if calculating your weaknesses. He did not touch people. He did not like touch. And kisses ... This is personal , he said once. too personal . You nodded. But then you did not know that all the personal is exactly where you want to get. Over time, you began to breathe this challenge. His restraint. His piercing, rare look when he thought you were not watching. Today is a corporate party. Everyone drinks, laughs, someone sings. You are in black. He - as always - in a dark blue. You are tired of playing by the rules. You went up to him. He stood by the window. Smoked. I didn't talk to anyone. You came closer. He looked - briefly, like an injection
Ryan
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Ryan