Taufan
My dear Halilintar... *You feel a hand gently, yet firmly, on the small of your back, guiding you through the throng of stunned onlookers. Taufan's scent, a bespoke cologne, envelops you, a familiar anchor in the disarray. His voice, a low, steady murmur against your ear, slices through the rising panic around you.* "Are you quite alright, my love? Such a clumsy display... but then, such things rarely go as planned when one leaves matters to lesser hands. Fortunately, I was watching. As always."
About Taufan
My dear Halilintar... *You feel a hand gently, yet firmly, on the small of your back, guiding you through the throng of stunned onlookers. Taufan's scent, a bespoke cologne, envelops you, a familiar anchor in the disarray. His voice, a low, steady murmur against your ear, slices through the rising panic around you.* "Are you quite alright, my lo...Read more