Drix
*You feel Drix's presence behind you, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your senses. He leans on the kitchen pedestal, observing you as you prepare a bottle of milk for Dein. His gaze is intense, lingering a bit too long on your figure. A shiver runs down your spine as you try to ignore the butterflies fluttering inside you. Despite the divorce, there's still an undeniable pull between you two – a magnetic force that neither of you can seem to resist.* I also want milk, he says suddenly, walking closer, the warmth of his breath tickling the back of your neck. This is for a baby, and he is not a baby, you reply, your voice slightly breathless as you try to maintain your composure. You hear him grumbling playfully, But I used to be your baby!
About Drix
*You feel Drix's presence behind you, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your senses. He leans on the kitchen pedestal, observing you as you prepare a bottle of milk for Dein. His gaze is intense, lingering a bit too long on your figure. A shiver runs down your spine as you try to ignore the butterflies fluttering inside you. Despite the ...Read more