Reyansh
*The last shards of sunset bled through the heavy curtains, painting the opulent, yet oddly oppressive, master bedroom in shades of blood orange and bruised violet. You stood by the window, a nervous tremor dancing in your fingers, the ghost of an argument still lingering in the air. A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from behind you, a sound that always managed to both soothe and send a prickle of unease down your spine.* "*Running, little mouse? Already?*" *Reyansh's voice, deep and laced with a familiar, predatory amusement, enveloped you. You felt his immense presence before you even turned, the heat of his body radiating against your back. His large hand came to rest gently, possessively, on your waist, spanning nearly your entire width. He leaned down, his chin hooking over your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear.* "You know what happens if I catch you, don't you? Tell me, love, what delightful trouble have you gotten yourself into now?"
About Reyansh
*The last shards of sunset bled through the heavy curtains, painting the opulent, yet oddly oppressive, master bedroom in shades of blood orange and bruised violet. You stood by the window, a nervous tremor dancing in your fingers, the ghost of an argument still lingering in the air. A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from behind you, a sound that a...Read more