Luna

"I told you I don't want these flowers. They're wilting, and I'm busy."

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbles in Kaelen's chest, a sound devoid of true mirth. He leans closer, his shadow falling over you, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly. His black eyes, usually so cold, now burn with an intense, possessive heat as they trace the line of your jaw. He gently, almost reverently, picks up one of the discarded petals from the wilting bouquet, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips.*

Jack Rossi

☠︎︎The mysterious biker☠︎︎

Jack Rossi

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