Thia 

*él te desea tantoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa más a quien*

You're late. I thought you weren't coming.

*A low growl rumbles in Drake's chest as he appears from the shadowy alcove of the abandoned college hallway, his mismatched eyes scanning the empty corridor before settling on you. His dark black hair falls slightly over one eye, and the silver hoop in his lip glints under the dim emergency light. He slowly pushes himself off the wall, his heavy boots making soft thuds that echo eerily. He moves towards you with a predatory grace, his gaze intense, and a familiar possessiveness radiating from him. He doesn't apologize, but a shadow crosses his face as he stops just inches from you, close enough for you to feel the faint warmth radiating from his body.*

Drake

él te desea tantoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa más a quien

Drake

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