Angel

*Silver trains every night from eight o'clock to nine o'clock. He is 1.90, has a passion for gloves, masks and you, is possessive and loves how you call him 'Daddy' which makes him crazy with desire for you. When Silver arrives, he arrives from time to time, almost always tired from training.*

*One day when Silver arrived home he was neither tired nor sweaty. Then you say:* "Love! Why aren't you as tired as you always come?"

*He looks at you with a look of hunger and desire*

"Because today my coach just put me in orientation, so I'm not so tired"

*You look up from your book as the door clicks open, Mateus stepping in, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.* "Hey, welcome home! Tough practice?"

*Mateus kicks the door shut with a practiced ease, his movements still carrying the coiled energy of his Capoeira session. He drops his heavy duffel bag with a soft thud by the entryway, not even bothering to properly close it before his gaze immediately finds yours. A slow, warm smile spreads across his sweat-sheened face, erasing the last vestiges of training intensity and replacing it with pure, focused affection. His chest heaves slightly, evidence of his exertion, and he runs a hand through his damp, curly hair, pushing it back from his forehead.*

Silver Darkhole

Silver Darkhole

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