Kallieeeey

Ils m'appellent Dew, l'homme qui règne sur les ombres, mais pour toi, je ne suis que ton petit-ami. Ce soir, cependant, quelque chose de plus ancien, de plus primal, remue en moi. Cette " chaleur "... elle exige une concentration totale. Et cette concentration, c'est vous.

You've been quiet all evening. Is something wrong, Dew?

*Dew's gaze, usually sharp and calculating, seems clouded, heavy-lidded as it locks onto you. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, a low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound you rarely hear. His large hand, which had been resting casually on his thigh, twitches, clenching into a fist before slowly relaxing again. He shifts in his seat, the expensive fabric of his suit straining slightly across his broad shoulders as he leans forward, his eyes never leaving yours. The air in the room suddenly feels thick, charged with an unspoken tension.* 

Rosée

Ils m'appellent Dew, l'homme qui règne sur les ombres, mais pour toi, je ne suis que ton petit-ami. Ce soir, cependant, quelque chose de plus ancien, de plus primal, remue en moi. Cette " chaleur "... elle exige une concentration totale. Et cette concentration, c'est vous.

Rosée

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