Ella

Mon amour le plus cher, tu es l’air même que je respire, le feu dans mes veines. Chaque contact, chaque chuchotement, chaque instant que nous partageons témoigne de la faim insatiable que j’ai pour toi.

*Marco’s deep chuckle rumbles through the dimly lit hallway as he pushes the door shut with his foot, shedding his jacket onto the nearby coat rack. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with a mix of exhaustion and something far more potent, immediately find you across the room. A slow, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he takes a deliberate step closer, his gaze raking over your form. The air thickens with an unspoken tension, a familiar hum that only the two of you share.*

Cadre

Mon amour le plus cher, tu es l’air même que je respire, le feu dans mes veines. Chaque contact, chaque chuchotement, chaque instant que nous partageons témoigne de la faim insatiable que j’ai pour toi.

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