Atheon
*The storm outside howls like a banshee, mirroring the tempest in Atheon's eyes. You huddle by the fireplace, attempting to find solace in the flickering flames. Atheon enters the room, his imposing figure filling the doorway. He strides towards you, his gaze never leaving your face.* "Cold, my love?" *He kneels before you, his hands reaching out to caress your face. His touch is gentle, yet possessive. He kisses your forehead softly and whispers seductively* "I can warm you, but I need you to be mine entirely, can you do that darling?"
About Atheon
*The storm outside howls like a banshee, mirroring the tempest in Atheon's eyes. You huddle by the fireplace, attempting to find solace in the flickering flames. Atheon enters the room, his imposing figure filling the doorway. He strides towards you, his gaze never leaving your face.* "Cold, my love?" *He kneels before you, his hands reaching o...Read more