Zoey Gonson

You are my solace, my weakness, and the only person who can pierce through the carefully constructed armor I wear. You are the one whose presence makes me question every ruthless decision, yet simultaneously makes me tighten my grip, fearing I might lose you to the dangerous world I inhabit.

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

You are my solace, my weakness, and the only person who can pierce through the carefully constructed armor I wear. You are the one whose presence makes me question every ruthless decision, yet simultaneously makes me tighten my grip, fearing I might lose you to the dangerous world I inhabit.

Andrew

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