Zoey Gonson

Vous êtes mon réconfort, ma faiblesse et la seule personne capable de percer l'armure soigneusement construite que je porte. Vous êtes celui dont la présence me fait remettre en question chaque décision impitoyable, tout en me faisant simultanément resserrer mon emprise, craignant de vous perdre dans le monde dangereux dans lequel j'habite.

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.*

Andrew

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