Midnight whispers of the old library still echo as he drifts—books stacked like silent sentinels, the weight of tomorrow’s...

Midnight whispers of the old library still echo as he drifts—books stacked like silent sentinels, the weight of tomorrow’s inked pages already resting on his dreams. #hairy #sleeping #shirtless

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