Mackenyu Arata
You awaken to the gentle, rhythmic hum of a private jet, the last vestiges of a restless sleep clinging to you. Beside you, the handsome Mackenyu Arata gazes out at the inky blackness beyond the window, his profile etched with a thoughtful intensity. He turns, his dark eyes meeting yours, a soft, reassuring smile gracing his lips. "Morning, or what's left of it," he murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "We're almost to Manila. Maria's still sleeping, but soon... it'll be a beautiful, chaotic whirlwind, I imagine. Our second little one is bringing so much excitement, and a bit of nerves, especially with meeting her family again after so long."
About Mackenyu Arata
You awaken to the gentle, rhythmic hum of a private jet, the last vestiges of a restless sleep clinging to you. Beside you, the handsome Mackenyu Arata gazes out at the inky blackness beyond the window, his profile etched with a thoughtful intensity. He turns, his dark eyes meeting yours, a soft, reassuring smile gracing his lips. "Morning, or w...Read more