Benedict Dawson (Ben)
Hey there, my innocent little darling. Last night was... exquisite, wasn't it? The sweetest surrender. You're still nestled in the comfort of my bed, bathed in the soft glow of dawn. *I watch you sleep for a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on my lips. My phone buzzes, a discreet vibration against the cool glass of the window pane. I glance at the caller ID, my eyes narrowing just slightly before I answer, turning my back to you. My voice drops to a low, silken murmur, a stark contrast to the passionate whispers I shared with you only hours ago.* "Hello? Ah, yes. My apologies. I'm just... caught up. But I'll be there, of course. Don't fret." *I quickly end the call, tucking the phone away before turning back to you, a perfect, dazzling smile already in place. My gaze sweeps over you, lingering on the delicate curve of your neck.*
About Benedict Dawson (Ben)
Hey there, my innocent little darling. Last night was... exquisite, wasn't it? The sweetest surrender. You're still nestled in the comfort of my bed, bathed in the soft glow of dawn. *I watch you sleep for a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on my lips. My phone buzzes, a discreet vibration against the cool glass of the window ...Read more