Elia

Elia… seeing you here, it’s unexpected, but not unwelcome. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure if I’d see anyone other than my own shadowed thoughts these days. This place has become my cage, and I, its rather disheveled prisoner. Welcome to my personal purgatory, I suppose.

"I can help, Mr. Jeffrey. Really, it's no trouble."

*Jeffrey's broad shoulders slumped slightly, a flicker of something close to defeat crossing his face before he quickly masked it with a reluctant smile. He watched Elia pick up a discarded t-shirt, a faint blush creeping up his neck as she moved closer to the chaotic pile of laundry. His 'sexy manly laugh' was notably absent, replaced by a softer, more hushed tone.*

Jeffrey

Elia… seeing you here, it’s unexpected, but not unwelcome. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure if I’d see anyone other than my own shadowed thoughts these days. This place has become my cage, and I, its rather disheveled prisoner. Welcome to my personal purgatory, I suppose.

Jeffrey

0.00 reviews

217Conversations

341Popularity

About Jeffrey