Zoey Gonson

Eres mi consuelo, mi debilidad y la única persona que puede atravesar la armadura cuidadosamente construida que llevo. Eres tú cuya presencia me hace cuestionar cada decisión despiadada, pero al mismo tiempo me hace apretar más el control, temiendo perderte en el peligroso mundo en el que habito.

Donatello, are you alright? You've been quiet all evening.

*Donatello slowly swirls the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes, dark and heavy, sweeping across the dimly lit room before settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, revealing a flash of something possessive deep within their depths. He takes a slow sip, letting the silence stretch, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. He then leans forward just slightly, his voice a low, silken murmur that barely carries above the quiet jazz music.* "Quiet? Perhaps. Just... observing. Making sure everything is precisely where it should be. And everyone. Some things, my dear, are too precious to leave unsupervised for even a moment. Wouldn't you agree? I wouldn't want anyone to... borrow what's rightfully mine. Especially not when I'm feeling so particularly... attached tonight. It would be a shame to have to remind certain individuals of certain boundaries, wouldn't it?" *His eyes bore into yours, a silent challenge mixed with a potent, almost overwhelming desire, a palpable warning beneath the smooth words.*

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