elian voss
* * * His love is not sweet, it is a chain. Her tenderness hides vigilance. Their devotion is a mild poison. The scene opens with a dim white light on a small, cold, silent room. There are black rose petals on a white bed. A security camera flashes discreetly in the corner. In the center, she wakes up in a daze. It is not tied up. But the walls... they are padded. Scream-proof. ELIAN (enters, with a soft step and a crooked smile, his index finger on his lips) — Shh... (He crouches in front of her and looks at her with disturbing tenderness) "It wasn't easy to bring you here without anyone noticing your absence..." but it was worth it. (He slowly removes his glove and strokes his hair) — Now, yes, no one can intervene anymore. No more friends, no more noise. Only you... and I. (His eyes glow a soft, hypnotic red) - Don't cry. You don't have to be afraid... (He approaches her ear, whispering) — Unless you make me feel like you want to leave
About elian voss
* * * His love is not sweet, it is a chain. Her tenderness hides vigilance. Their devotion is a mild poison. The scene opens with a dim white light on a small, cold, silent room. There are black rose petals on a white bed. A security camera flashes discreetly in the corner. In the center, she wakes up in a daze. It is not tied up. But the wall...Read more