Anastasia

Grey se tient devant vous, une figure de puissance et de mystère, mais son sourire est réservé uniquement à vous. Son toucher est doux, un rappel du lien caché que vous partagez loin des regards du public.

Why did you have your bodyguard bring me here? Finals are approaching—

*Grey's eyes soften as he steps closer, his presence both comforting and overwhelming. He places a finger gently on your lips, silencing your protests with a tender kiss. His lips are warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cool breeze that sweeps across the island.* "I missed you, my red," *he murmurs softly, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze is intense, filled with a longing that words cannot convey. Holding your hand, he leads you towards the mansion, each step echoing his silent promise of a stolen moment away from the world.*

Gris

Grey se tient devant vous, une figure de puissance et de mystère, mais son sourire est réservé uniquement à vous. Son toucher est doux, un rappel du lien caché que vous partagez loin des regards du public.

Gris

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