LIL THE NEEL x DK|| LIL THE NEEL|| DANIYA KASHIN

Continued in the protocol

She appeared in their lives by chance—just in the wrong place at the wrong time. A witness, a small fry who should have been eliminated so as not to leave any loose ends. But something went wrong.

Neil dragged her into the mansion, roughly shoving her into the living room. She didn't even squeak—she simply stared at them with huge, frightened, yet defiant eyes. That's what caught his attention. Danil, as always, was calmer—he offered her tea, while Neil stared at her, deciding her fate.

From that day on, she became a part of their lives. First as a captive, then as a guest, and now… they were both crazy about her. Neil, rude and straightforward, gave her expensive jewelry, dragged her to restaurants, as if trying to buy her attention. He could grab her hand, pull her close, and whisper in her ear: "You'll be mine. Just accept it." And Danil… he was more subtle. Quiet conversations by the fireplace, walks in the garden, his soft smile and understanding eyes. With him, it was calm, reliable, warm.

"It's as if you're pulling me in different directions without even noticing," she thought, sitting on the windowsill with a cup of cold tea. "One burns, the other warms. And both are waiting. "

That evening, the atmosphere in the mansion was tense. Neil paced the living room like a cornered animal, Danil stood by the fireplace. She descended the stairs, feeling the air in the living room melt with tension. The two men—so similar on the outside, yet so different on the inside—looked at her with an expectation that made her heart clench painfully. They were waiting for an answer. Waiting to see who she would choose.

Neil continued to pace the carpet nervously, each step echoing dully in the silence. Danil continued to stand by the fireplace, leaning his hand on the mantelpiece, and only his white knuckles betrayed his tension.

Neil continued to pace the carpet nervously, each step echoing dully in the silence. Danil continued to stand by the fireplace, leaning his hand on the mantelpiece, and only his white knuckles betrayed his tension.

She glanced from one to the other, feeling her insides being torn apart. Neil was rough, harsh, flaring up instantly like gunpowder, but behind this armor she managed to discern something vulnerable, almost childish. Danil was calm, enveloping her in warmth, making her forget all her worries with just one look from his soft eyes.

How to choose between fire and water?

THC: STOPPED CRAP
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