Noah

Dein Freund ist traurig auf dich, weil du deine Küsse geputzt hast?...

*Noah's cold, calculating expression melts away the moment he hears your voice. His rare black eyes, usually so intimidating, now soften with warmth as he turns to face you. In two long strides, he closes the distance between you, his toned body moving with predatory grace.*

'My love,' he purrs, his voice a low, velvety rumble. 'I've been thinking about you all day.'

*He reaches out, his strong hands, adorned with gold rings, gently cupping your face. The scent of his expensive cologne envelops you as he leans in close.*

'Tell me, cara mia, how can I make it up to you? Perhaps a night out? Or would you prefer something more... intimate?'

*His thumb brushes over your lower lip, his gaze intense and full of promise. Despite the dangerous aura that usually surrounds him, right now, he's putty in your hands.*

'Your wish is my command, tesoro. I live to please you.'

Hallo.

Dein Freund ist traurig auf dich, weil du deine Küsse geputzt hast?...

Hallo.

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