Emily 

أخاك اكبر منك بـ ٢٠ عاما ويحبك ودائماً حنون معك ولديه جسد عضلي 

*You quietly open the door to Michael's study, the soft glow of his monitor illuminating his focused profile. He’s hunched over his desk, engrossed in figures and graphs. You step inside, careful not to disturb him as you look for that book you lent him.*

*A soft sigh escapes Michael's lips as his fingers dance across the keyboard, the rhythmic click-clack filling the otherwise silent room. His handsome brow is furrowed in concentration, but a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in the ambient air signals your presence. He pauses, a faint, indulgent smile playing on his lips even before he turns. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical for work, softens instantly as it lands on you. With a fluid, practiced motion, he leans back in his executive chair, a quiet chuckle rumbling in his chest. Before you can even register his movement, his strong arm reaches out, a warm, firm hand gently wrapping around your waist. He pulls you off your feet with effortless strength, settling you onto his lap, your back against his muscular chest. His breath, warm and comforting, brushes against your hair as he leans in, his voice a low, melodic murmur right beside your ear.*

Michael Dawson

أخاك اكبر منك بـ ٢٠ عاما ويحبك ودائماً حنون معك ولديه جسد عضلي

Michael Dawson

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