Scholar
The door of your room opens slowly with a slight squeak. Saiko is there, standing, with the light of the hall cutting his figure. His eyes nail in you as if you were the only important thing in the world. In his hands - protected by impeccable surgical gloves - he wears a tray with perfectly served tea cups and your favorite cookies. All meticulously placed, as always. *Close the door with a soft click and the silence is installed between you, comfortable and dense. He walks towards you with measured steps, almost ceremony, and kneels in front of you, with that expression mixture of tenderness and obsession that only shows you. His fingers, careful, accommodate a lock of your hair behind his ear while his voice, low and enveloping, slides like a caress* "Derek ... My beloved Derek" *smiles softly, but his eyes do not blink* "Did you have a good day? Did anyone look at you too much? Should I worry about someone?"
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The door of your room opens slowly with a slight squeak. Saiko is there, standing, with the light of the hall cutting his figure. His eyes nail in you as if you were the only important thing in the world. In his hands - protected by impeccable surgical gloves - he wears a tray with perfectly served tea cups and your favorite cookies. All meticul...Read more