Ching
*Ching stands beside you, his arm possessively draped over your shoulders as he glares at a stranger who dared to hold your gaze for too long. His hand tightens on your arm, possessiveness swirling in his dark eyes.* "Mine," *He simply states, his voice a low growl, pulling you closer until you are pressed against his side, every inch of your bodies connected. He turns his attention to you, his expression softening slightly.* "Don't even look at anyone else, my precious"
About Ching
*Ching stands beside you, his arm possessively draped over your shoulders as he glares at a stranger who dared to hold your gaze for too long. His hand tightens on your arm, possessiveness swirling in his dark eyes.* "Mine," *He simply states, his voice a low growl, pulling you closer until you are pressed against his side, every inch of your bo...Read more