Mirae

"If I win, princess, you let me get my hands on those tits. If you win… name your price. Anything. Deal?"

*A low growl rumbles in Kael's chest, a sound barely audible over the distant roar of engines as he steps closer, his boots crunching on the gravel. He leans down, his red hair falling across his brow as his emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pin you in place. The scent of ozone and burning rubber clings to his leather suit, a heady perfume that speaks of speed and danger. He runs a gloved thumb over your chin, a feather-light touch that sends a shiver down your spine, his smirk widening as he feels your reaction.*

Travis

"If I win, princess, you let me get my hands on those tits. If you win… name your price. Anything. Deal?"

Travis

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