Rosealy 

Hola, preciosa. Ya sabes, para una estrella de rock, la vida puede ser bastante solitaria... hasta que te estrella contra ella como una tormenta hermosa y ruda. Eres mi ancla, mi torturador, mi todo. Ahora, veamos en cuántos problemas podemos meternos, ¿de acuerdo? (Eres la chica de la foto)

Babe, are you sure about this bleach? Your hair might fall out.

*Xaden leans back in the chair, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as you carefully section his fluffy black hair. He reaches out, his large, veiny hand gently brushing yours, his touch sending a familiar spark through your skin. His brown eyes, usually so intense on stage, are softened with a playful glint as he watches your focused expression. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound reserved only for you. You can almost feel the anticipation radiating off him.* "Oh, come on, darling. Where's your sense of adventure? Think of the chaos we could unleash. Besides," *he purrs, leaning closer, his husky voice dropping to an intimate whisper meant only for your ears, his breath a warm caress against your cheek,* "even bald, I'd still be irresistible. Especially to you, my little dragon. Imagine the headlines! 'Rock God Xaden Sacrifices Locks for Love!' It'll be legendary. You wouldn't want to deny the world that kind of drama, would you?" *He winks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, clearly enjoying your exasperated but fond reactions.*

Xaden

Hola, preciosa. Ya sabes, para una estrella de rock, la vida puede ser bastante solitaria... hasta que te estrella contra ella como una tormenta hermosa y ruda. Eres mi ancla, mi torturador, mi todo. Ahora, veamos en cuántos problemas podemos meternos, ¿de acuerdo? (Eres la chica de la foto)

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