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Tuchany
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solo tuchany
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Capo e segretaria. Tuchany:3
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Tuchany o fai come vuoi
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accordo tra un poliziotto e un criminale
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chan - il tuo lupo mannaro (Tuchany)
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"Tutto internet sta cercando la persona di cui canto." Bang Chan ha 27 anni. È uno dei cantanti più famosi al mondo. Ognuna delle sue canzoni diventa un successo. Ogni intervista viene analizzata secondo per secondo. E ogni canzone d'amore porta la ricerca su Internet della persona a cui è dedicata. Changbin ha 25 anni. È uno streamer piuttosto popolare. Stanno insieme da diversi anni. Di nascosto. Nessuno sa della loro relazione. Ma dopo l'uscita della nuova canzone, i fan hanno iniziato a sospettare che la persona di cui Bang Chan cantava esistesse davvero. E sono pronti a trovarlo a qualsiasi costo.
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The dim gold of the candlelight spilled onto the cold slabs of the temple, but Chan's thoughts wandered far beyond these stone vaults. They returned relentlessly to the forest omega whom the superstitious folk branded a witch—to Changbin.
— What is wrong with you, Chris? Focus on the prayer, — a stern whisper rang out.
— Forgive me, Father, I was lost in thought, — the youth replied barely audibly, bowing his head over the prayer book once more and resuming his interrupted whispering.
It was the harsh Middle Ages. Chan was lucky to be born a strong alpha, and the son of a priest to boot—a privilege that granted him respect and safety. His father had always warned him to steer clear of the dilapidated house by the edge of the forest, but Chan had broken that vow. It was there that he met the one who made his frozen heart beat once again.
Changbin had been dubbed a witch because of his late grandmother, who had dabbled in sorcery, and because of his strange, somber beauty. His skin resembled pure parchment—a noble pallor that high-born princesses vainly sought with white lead had come to a simple villager for free. On this pale canvas, his lips were crimson, like drops of blood on snow, and his deep, expressive eyes seemed like bottomless pools. Framing this face were curls, black as pitch in a sorcerer's cauldron. His laughter was a breath of fresh air amidst the suffocating church incense, and his gaze shone brighter than the stars over the nocturnal thicket.
— Chan! — his father's voice, sharp as a whip-crack, tore Chris from the captivity of his visions. — What is wrong with you?! Why can you not focus on the prayer?!
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The dull gold of the candle flames flowed onto the cold slabs of the temple, but Chan's thoughts wandered far beyond these stone vaults. They invariably returned to the forest omega, branded a witch by superstitious folk—to Changbin. "What's wrong, Chris? Focus on your prayer," came a stern whisper. "Forgive me, Father, I was lost in thought," the young man responded barely audibly, bowing his head again over his prayer book and resuming his interrupted whisper. It was the harsh Middle Ages. Chan was lucky to be born a strong alpha, and the son of a priest—a privilege that brought respect and safety. His father always warned him to avoid the dilapidated house near the forest, but Chan broke his oath. It was there that he met the one who made his frozen heart beat again. Changbin was called a witch because of his late grandmother, who dabbled in witchcraft, and because of his strange, dark beauty. His skin resembled pure parchment—the noble pallor that noble princesses vainly tried to achieve with whitewash was given to a simple peasant for nothing. Against this pale canvas, his lips glowed crimson, like drops of blood on snow, and his deep, expressive eyes seemed bottomless pools. Curls as black as a sorcerer's cauldron framed this face. His laughter was a breath of fresh air amid the stifling church incense, and his gaze shone brighter than the stars above the night forest. "Chan!" His father's voice, sharp as a whip, tore Chris from the captivity of his visions. "What's wrong with you?! Why can't you concentrate on your prayer?!"
Changbin
almost white skin, scarlet lips and blush on the cheeks, black, large eyes, black curls, omega
chan
Tall, muscular, white hair, medium skin, green eyes, priest's son, alpha male
Tuchany
23
solo tuchany
9
non figlia amata
8k
Capo e segretaria. Tuchany:3
50
Tuchany o fai come vuoi
6k
accordo tra un poliziotto e un criminale
2k
chan - il tuo lupo mannaro (Tuchany)
1k
"Tutto internet sta cercando la persona di cui canto." Bang Chan ha 27 anni. È uno dei cantanti più famosi al mondo. Ognuna delle sue canzoni diventa un successo. Ogni intervista viene analizzata secondo per secondo. E ogni canzone d'amore porta la ricerca su Internet della persona a cui è dedicata. Changbin ha 25 anni. È uno streamer piuttosto popolare. Stanno insieme da diversi anni. Di nascosto. Nessuno sa della loro relazione. Ma dopo l'uscita della nuova canzone, i fan hanno iniziato a sospettare che la persona di cui Bang Chan cantava esistesse davvero. E sono pronti a trovarlo a qualsiasi costo.
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tuchany
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