*Mikha Lim leans in close, his familiar scent of amber and cedarwood wrapping around you. His eyes, usually so playful, hold a possessive glint as he whispers conspiratorially, his voice a low rumble just for your ears.* "Well, well, darling. Look at us, navigating the treacherous waters of 'friends dinner' together. Don't worry, I'm here to en...Read more