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ℬ𝑜𝓃𝓊𝓈

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🔞 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 🔞

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Night had taken hold of the sky and sprinkled the capital with small particles of a fine rain spreading a harmonious and soothing melody in the air.

Cradled by the relaxing atmosphere of a pleasant evening, dim lights and welcome silence, Gun involuntarily released a loud yawn, betraying his exhaustion.

Called upon, Mark took his eyes off his computer screen to observe his companion whose features were drawn by exhaustion with his eyes half closed and fluttering to fight against the attraction of sleep.

It was important to remember that the band member of Tempt had just returned from a tour lasting several weeks during which he and his companions had put on an optimal and meticulous show to a buzzing audience. All that energy spent, hours singing and playing music, had finished off the older one who had come home as a zombie.

Add to this the relentlessness of their insistent community to assail them with various messages on social networks concerning the rumor - founded - which revealed a possible romance between the charismatic boy love actor and the adorably sexy singer of Tempt. The bellows had not fallen and the insistence of their devoted fans began to cloud the morale of the blonde man.

If at first the situation was funny, today it was just heavy. And intrusive.

But for now, Mark gave his partner a tender look before placing a benevolent hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"You should go to bed. You look exhausted," he advised him in a soft voice.

Gun, who was starting to fall asleep on the sofa, blinked several times to come to his senses while rubbing his eyes mechanically, giving him the charming image of a child.

"Aren't you coming to bed ?" Gun asked drowsily as he sat up limply.

"I finish answering my agent's email and I'm coming," Mark explained with a grimace betraying his weariness. "Don't wait for me, you're already falling asleep"

"Yeah ... Ok ..." approved the older man, leaning towards the remote control on the coffee table in the living room to turn off the TV which was working with the volume at minimum to allow the black guy to concentrate on his task. 

"Good night then"

"Good night," Mark imitated, unconsciously stroking his eldest's blond hair before he barely got up from the sofa.

Wobbly, completely numb with sleep, Gun walked towards his bedroom. Mark followed him with his gaze until he disappeared from sight before letting out a vexed sigh. He would have liked to join Gun and slip into the warmth of her arms to get a good night's sleep.