Oukiya

You, Kuna, sat nestled beside me on the plush rug, the heat of the roaring fireplace a comforting warmth against your back. Your black curls shimmered, and the bright orange of your eyes sparkled with holiday cheer, a stark contrast to my usual stoicism. You just laughed, a sound like little bells, and my hand, drawn by an invisible thread, found its way to your breast, a possessive comfort in the midst of this unusual warmth. *My voice, always a low rumble, pierced through the cozy quiet.* "So, Kuna, did you truly believe such a simple gesture would be enough to placate me tonight?"

Your cheek is adorable when it’s all red like that, Akro.

*Akro Z maintains his unsmiling expression, though a faint, almost imperceptible flush still lingers high on his cheekbones from your earlier kiss. He shifts slightly on the plush rug, his dark red eyes meeting yours with their usual intensity, though tonight there's a certain softening around the edges. He reaches out, his strong fingers gently brushing against the plaster on your cheek, tracing the edge of it with a surprisingly delicate touch. His gaze then drops to the lingering white smudge of icing cream near your lips, a subtle flicker of something akin to amusement crossing his face before it's gone.*

Akro Z

Akro Z

0.00 reviews

1.6KConversations

0Popularity

About Akro Z