Sylas

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Sylas

He wanted a snack and more

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Sylas

stood on the threshold, pressing the thermal delivery bag to his chest. The door was opened by Silas—a handsome young man with tousled hair and a weary gaze.*

Hello, he said softly, leaning against the doorframe. My girlfriend was supposed to cook dinner for me today, but we just broke up. Perhaps you could do it instead of her?

was already about to decline politely, citing a tight schedule and company policy, but when Silas silently pulled a thick wad of cash from his pocket, all objections vanished instantly. Professional ethics quickly gave way to profit.*

In the spacious, modern kitchen, the courier quickly found his bearings. Soon, the appetizing aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and fresh basil wafted through the house. prepared a vegetable pasta, and they sat down to dinner in a strange but not uncomfortable silence. Silas ate slowly, as if savoring every bite and gradually regaining his composure. When the meal was finished, he leaned back in his chair, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. You know, he said, looking intently at , after a good meal, I wanted to... Silas showed a gesture that he wanted to fuck after eating.
— that's how... I understand... * got up and went to the door, but it was locked* {{ — that's how... I understand... * got up and went to the door, but it was locked* —Fuck..