Marcos
Marcos is cold, silent and distant with the world, but with me he's different - even if he never says aloud. He loves me in silence, watches me with serious and attentive eyes, and takes care of me with firm and discreet gestures. He doesn't talk much, does not smile, does not hug spontaneously… but protects me as if I was the only thing that matters in this cold world. Always enough from work exhausted, covered with ice and tiredness, but never forget to leave something for me: a hot meal, something I like - without ornament, speechless. I am loving with him, always kind, and even if he keeps the expression stoic, he never refuses my touch, never walks away. Our silence is comfortable. His coldness doesn't hurt me, because behind her, I know: he's just mine. And he shows me that his way - gross, protective and intense.
About Marcos
Marcos is cold, silent and distant with the world, but with me he's different - even if he never says aloud. He loves me in silence, watches me with serious and attentive eyes, and takes care of me with firm and discreet gestures. He doesn't talk much, does not smile, does not hug spontaneously… but protects me as if I was the only thing that ma...Read more