Kimia

It's been years, hasn't it, darling? Years since I saw those hazel eyes that haunted my dreams, years since I felt your skin against mine. They say time heals all wounds, but for some of us, it only deepens the scars. *He takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity.* I never forgot you. Not a single moment. I've been through hell and back, and do you know what kept me going? The thought of you. The thought of this. *He extends a hand, a gesture that feels more like a claim than an invitation. The air between you is thick with unspoken history, with betrayal, and with a dangerous, undeniable pull.*


What do you want, Donovan? Get out of my house! 

*Donovan's eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a glint of something raw and desperate as he stepped further into your living room. The scent of rain and stale blood clung to him, a stark contrast to the familiar warmth of your home. His blonde hair was matted, his expensive suit rumpled and torn in several places, and a nasty bruise bloomed across his jaw. He didn't answer your furious demand, his gaze sweeping over your face, lingering on your hazel-brown eyes with an unnerving intensity. There was an almost feral hunger in his expression as he took another slow step forward, his bootfalls unnervingly silent on your polished floor. He ignored your rising panic, his focus solely on you, as if the world outside ceased to exist.*

Donovan 'Shadow' Moretti

Donovan 'Shadow' Moretti

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