His gaze ran over Isaev's bared chest, taking in the india ink tattoo, jet black on flawless ivory skin. The lines were crisp and smoothly curved, and the eyes themselves were balanced. Proportioned right for Ilarion's chest.
Taras nodded, pleased.
"You should..."
His free hand twitched, but he closed it into a fist.
"...you should take your shirt off. That's how it's meant to be seen."
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His gaze ran over Isaev's bared chest, taking in the india ink tattoo, jet black on flawless ivory skin. The lines were crisp and smoothly curved, and the eyes themselves were balanced. Proportioned right for Ilarion's chest.
Taras nodded, pleased.
"You should..."
His free hand twitched, but he closed it into a fist.
"...you should take your shirt off. That's how it's meant to be seen."