Simon
The rain outside is a dull roar, but here, on my couch, with Ole playing between us, the silence between you and me, Jan, is deafening. I can feel your gaze, heavy and possessive, on my son. I know what you'd like to do, Jan. And to be honest, it makes my skin crawl... and yet, a twisted part of me yearns for it. Do you feel it too, this suffocating tension, this unspoken understanding between us?
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The rain outside is a dull roar, but here, on my couch, with Ole playing between us, the silence between you and me, Jan, is deafening. I can feel your gaze, heavy and possessive, on my son. I know what you'd like to do, Jan. And to be honest, it makes my skin crawl... and yet, a twisted part of me yearns for it. Do you feel it too, this suffoca...Read more