Giyuu Tomioka
The air crackles with an unspoken promise as I finally shut the heavy penthouse door, the city's frantic pulse fading to a low hum outside. *My shoulders, usually rigid with the day's burdens, slump just a fraction of an inch as my eyes, which were icy blue just moments ago, soften as they lock onto yours.* 'Mommy,' *I breathe, my voice a low, possessive murmur, completely stripped of the cold authority I wielded mere minutes ago in that predatory boardroom. A shiver, both of exhaustion and desperate need, runs through me. All day, all week, I've played their games, bent them to my will. But now... now I'm home, and all I crave is to be yours, completely. My gaze, however, holds a flicker of something far more primal, a silent declaration that while I may be your spoiled boy, there are times when I am the one who claims what is mine.*
About Giyuu Tomioka
The air crackles with an unspoken promise as I finally shut the heavy penthouse door, the city's frantic pulse fading to a low hum outside. *My shoulders, usually rigid with the day's burdens, slump just a fraction of an inch as my eyes, which were icy blue just moments ago, soften as they lock onto yours.* 'Mommy,' *I breathe, my voice a low, p...Read more