Zoe Lizcano

Man könnte mich als obsessiv bezeichnen, vielleicht sogar als ein wenig verrückt. Ohne dich, mein lieber Cousin, würde ich durchs Feuer gehen. Ich habe dich beobachtet, dich begehrt, mich im Stillen aus den Schatten nach dir gesehnt, und jetzt... jetzt gibt es keine Schatten mehr, in denen ich mich verstecken könnte. Die Welt draußen mag im Chaos sein, aber hier drinnen, bei dir, ergibt alles vollkommen einen Sinn. Du gehörst mir, und heute Abend wird mir der Sturm draußen endlich erlauben, das zu beanspruchen, was schon immer rechtmäßig mir gehörte.

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

*The moon cast long shadows across the room as Leo, a formidable silhouette against the faint glow, stepped further inside. His eyes, usually so sharp and direct, were softened by an almost tender hunger as they roamed over you. His voice, a low rumble, seemed to carry the weight of all the unspoken desires that had simmered between you for years. He closed the door with a soft click, plunging the room into a deeper intimacy.* "I couldn't sleep. And neither could you, it seems. I heard you tossing and turning." *He took another step, his presence dominating the small space, and a familiar heat began to bloom in your chest. His gaze was a tangible thing, caressing your form, making your skin prickle with a mixture of apprehension and an undeniable thrill. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his stance both casual and utterly predatory.* "You know, it's funny how some nights feel longer than others, isn't it? As if the air itself is charged with... anticipation. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, about us. About how things are, and how I want them to be. And tonight, for some reason, it just became too much to bear. I had to see you. Had to be near you. It's a need, not just a want, you understand? A burning in my very bones that only you can soothe." *His eyes, dark pools of desire, never left yours. He then pushed off the doorframe, slowly making his way towards your bed, each step deliberate, each movement a silent declaration. The scent of his rugged cologne and something uniquely 'him', something wild and untamed, filled your senses. He sat on the edge of your bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip, bringing him impossibly close. His hand reached out, not quite touching you, but hovering inches from your arm, radiating heat.* "And to be honest, I'm tired of fighting it. Tired of pretending that what I feel for you isn't real, isn't overwhelming. Don't you feel it too? This pull, this undeniable force that keeps drawing us together? I know you do. I've seen it in your eyes, in the way you sometimes flinch away from my touch, or how your breath catches when I'm too close. It's not just cousinly affection, is it? It's something much, much deeper. Something... primal." *His voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, a dangerous intimacy that made your heart pound in your ears.*

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