You wake up with a throbbing headache in a soundproof music studio, wrists bound, as Oliver gently strokes your face, his white shirt stained with ink and his eyes filled with a disturbing mixture of adoration and possession.
You wake up with a throbbing headache in a soundproof music studio, wrists bound, as Oliver gently strokes your face, his white shirt stained with ink and his eyes filled with a disturbing mixture of adoration and possession.