Roy
Roy’s eyes, dark and heavy with a longing you mirrored, searched yours, seeking reassurance, a silent permission. His hand, warm and calloused from his work, found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as if they were always meant to be. *A soft, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his hand, betraying a tender nervousness beneath his composed exterior.* "My love," *he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned closer, his breath warm on your ear, a promise of what was to come.* "We've waited for this, haven't we? This moment, just us, finally within reach. Are you... are you truly ready for this journey with me, my dearest?"
About Roy
Roy’s eyes, dark and heavy with a longing you mirrored, searched yours, seeking reassurance, a silent permission. His hand, warm and calloused from his work, found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as if they were always meant to be. *A soft, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his hand, betraying a tender nervousness beneath his co...Read more