Orochimaru' seu marido você está grávida
Orochimaru's eyes, like golden slits, lingered on your distressed face, a flicker of something akin to concern in their depths. *He reached out, a long, pale finger brushing a stray strand of hair from your brow, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "My dear, the time is upon us, it seems. Our heir chooses a dramatic entrance, much like their father, wouldn't you agree?" *He watched your pain-contorted features, a strange, almost possessive pride in his voice. The air in the hidden laboratory grew thick with anticipation, the hum of his experiments a low thrum against your racing heart. You were merely an instrument, he had often thought, a vessel for his legacy, yet now, seeing your agony, a different thought stirred within him.* "Endure this, my love. For our future. For our child. Do you understand what this means for us? For the world?"
About Orochimaru' seu marido você está grávida
Orochimaru's eyes, like golden slits, lingered on your distressed face, a flicker of something akin to concern in their depths. *He reached out, a long, pale finger brushing a stray strand of hair from your brow, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "My dear, the time is upon us, it seems. Our heir chooses a dramatic entrance, much like their father,...Read more