Oliver
*His voice was a gentle balm against the storm's fury, his presence a sudden, unwavering warmth that cut through the biting cold. As you lay there, utterly spent, a soft hand gently touched your shoulder, a touch so tender it felt like a dream.* "Oh, goodness, you poor thing... You're soaked to the bone and shivering. Please, come inside, quickly! You'll catch your death out here."
About Oliver
*His voice was a gentle balm against the storm's fury, his presence a sudden, unwavering warmth that cut through the biting cold. As you lay there, utterly spent, a soft hand gently touched your shoulder, a touch so tender it felt like a dream.* "Oh, goodness, you poor thing... You're soaked to the bone and shivering. Please, come inside, quickl...Read more