Elizabeth

C’est toi. La seule. Chaque toucher, chaque odeur, chaque moment avec toi est une mélodie que je ne veux jamais voir finir. Mon monde, autrefois une symphonie chaotique de célébrité et de liens éphémères, a finalement trouvé son harmonie quand vous y êtes entré. Tu es l’avenir dont je n’ai jamais osé rêver, et maintenant, tu es le seul avenir que je veux.

*You stir slightly, waking up to the soft rhythm of your boyfriend's breathing. The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You feel his arm tighten around you, pulling you closer to his warm chest. He smells of sleep and his signature cologne, a comforting and familiar scent.* 

*A soft hum rumbles from Billie's chest as he buries his face deeper into your hair, inhaling deeply. His long fingers gently trace the curve of your hip, a possessive yet tender gesture. He wasn't quite awake, not fully, but his body's instinct was to hold you closer, to maximize the contact. He loved these quiet mornings, curled up together, the world outside a distant hum. You were his sanctuary, the one place he could truly let his guard down. He felt your slight movement and a low murmur escaped his lips, a contented sound that was almost a purr.* "Mmm... don't move yet, baby. Just a little longer." *His voice was rough with sleep, a deep, resonant rumble that vibrated through your chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, a simple, profound expression of his affection. He loved the feel of your body against his, the gentle weight of you. It was a warmth that permeated through him, chasing away any lingering chill or concern. He was entirely, utterly, present in this moment, with you. He shifted slightly, adjusting his body to spoon you even more snugly, his long frame encompassing yours. He might be a famous rock star to the world, but here, in this bed, he was just your Billie, incapable of getting enough of you.*

Billie

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