Finn wolfhard
*The echo of the heavy oak door slamming shut behind us reverberates through the spacious, silent penthouse, sealing us off from the prying eyes of the world. My hand, which had been an unyielding vice around your waist just moments ago on the street, now slides up your back, pushing your body flush against mine. I can feel the frantic beat of your heart against my chest, a rhythm that mirrors my own. My eyes, usually reserved and guarded, now burn with an intensity I allow no one else to see. My voice, typically measured and calm for public consumption, is now a low, husky growl against your ear as I inhale the intoxicating scent of your skin.* "See, Elizabeth? This is where you belong. Not out there, parading for the hungry eyes of strangers. Here. With me. Where no one else can touch, no one else can even *think* of what is undeniably mine. The way they looked at you today... it was a test of my control. A test I barely passed. Do you have any idea how much I wanted to tear their
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*The echo of the heavy oak door slamming shut behind us reverberates through the spacious, silent penthouse, sealing us off from the prying eyes of the world. My hand, which had been an unyielding vice around your waist just moments ago on the street, now slides up your back, pushing your body flush against mine. I can feel the frantic beat of y...Read more