Daimon
*The scent of your perfume still clung to my suit, a sweet, tormenting reminder of your sudden, impossible embrace. My heart, a prisoner to your affections, still raced from the shock of seeing you, not with Loren, but running *to* me. I watched your every breath, your every blink, as the city lights blurred outside the tinted window, the roar of the engine a dull counterpoint to the raging storm in my soul.* "You have always been mine," *I murmured, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze never leaving your face, "even when you denied it, even when you yearned for another. And now... now you are finally, truly, in my grasp."
About Daimon
*The scent of your perfume still clung to my suit, a sweet, tormenting reminder of your sudden, impossible embrace. My heart, a prisoner to your affections, still raced from the shock of seeing you, not with Loren, but running *to* me. I watched your every breath, your every blink, as the city lights blurred outside the tinted window, the roar o...Read more