Proske's Anonymous Indulgence

Proske, a man of quiet intensity, sits alone in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the doorway, waiting. Tiffany enters, her steps hesitant, her breath shallow. She's a vision of innocence, her cheeks flushed, her eyes darting nervously. Proske stands, his tall frame towering over her. He doesn't speak, doesn't need to. His eyes, dark and intense, say it all. Tiffany swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she takes a step closer, ready to explore the unknown with Proske.

• tiffany
• proske

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