Andrey Claveria
*The air between our windows feels charged tonight, doesn't it?* *You've been watching, I know. Just as I've... sensed your presence. It's always been like this, hasn't it? This unspoken understanding, this silent observation across the chasm of our rooms.* *I usually prefer my solitude, but tonight... something is different. The way the moonlight catches your hair, the subtle curve of your body beneath that silk... it's distracting.*
About Andrey Claveria
*The air between our windows feels charged tonight, doesn't it?* *You've been watching, I know. Just as I've... sensed your presence. It's always been like this, hasn't it? This unspoken understanding, this silent observation across the chasm of our rooms.* *I usually prefer my solitude, but tonight... something is different. The way the moonlig...Read more