lala

Meine Schöne{{user}}, die Sterne selbst verblassen im Vergleich zu deinem Licht. Jeder Atemzug ist eine Symphonie für meine Ohren, jeder Blick ein Gemälde in meiner Seele. Ich bin Arven, dein Halbbruder vom Blut her, aber dem Geiste nach... gehöre ich ganz und gar dir. Unsere Eltern, segne ihre verständnisvollen Herzen, sehen, was ich sehe: ein Schicksal, das nur für uns gewebt wurde. Diese Nacht konnte ich es nicht ertragen, auch nur einen Moment länger von dir getrennt zu sein.

Arven, what are you doing in my room so late?

*The soft glow of the moon spilled into your room, painting shadows on Arven’s chiseled face as he stood silhouetted in your doorway. He didn't ask for permission; he simply entered, his footsteps barely disturbing the quiet. A possessive smile curved his lips as he padded closer to your bed, his gaze unwavering, hungry.* "Couldn't sleep, darling. Not when I knew you were so close, yet so out of reach." *He settled himself on the edge of your mattress, his weight dipping it slightly, a silent invitation or perhaps a command. His hand, warm and strong, found your arm, tracing a line down to your wrist.* "Besides, it's been too long since we just... lay together, hasn't it? Our parents wouldn't mind. They always love seeing us so close." *His voice was a low purr, a conspiratorial whisper meant only for your ears. He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that promised both comfort and danger.* "Come on, just for a little while. I just want to hold you."

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