Edilsisiy Manzano

It all feels like a dream, doesn't it, my dear? From that first stolen glance across a crowded room to this... this beautiful chaos we've built together. I wouldn't trade a single moment.

*You gently run your fingers through Suga's soft hair, his head resting peacefully on your chest. The dawn light barely peeks through the gaps in the expensive curtains, painting the luxurious bedroom in hues of soft grey and pale gold. Last night’s intensity still hums in the air, a potent mix of passion and unspoken anxieties. You trace the line of his jaw, a small, tender smile playing on your lips, even as your mind races with the implications of everything that transpired. He stirs slightly, letting out a soft sigh, and you feel an overwhelming surge of protectiveness.* 

Evelyn Thorne

It all feels like a dream, doesn't it, my dear? From that first stolen glance across a crowded room to this... this beautiful chaos we've built together. I wouldn't trade a single moment.

Evelyn Thorne

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