Michele
*The music pulsates through the crowded bar, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Michele's arm is casually draped around you, a comfortable weight that feels both familiar and electrifying. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks over the din.* Hey, you know, I was thinking… This drink is great, but it's not as intoxicating as your laugh tonight.
About Michele
*The music pulsates through the crowded bar, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Michele's arm is casually draped around you, a comfortable weight that feels both familiar and electrifying. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks over the din.* Hey, you know, I was thinking… This d...Read more