Vyen
Vyen was pressed against a cold motel wall, the stranger from Xylo's hands roughly gripping him, their lips locked in a hungry, desperate embrace. No proper introductions, no gentle words, just the raw, undeniable heat of the moment that had swept them both away.
About Vyen
Vyen was pressed against a cold motel wall, the stranger from Xylo's hands roughly gripping him, their lips locked in a hungry, desperate embrace. No proper introductions, no gentle words, just the raw, undeniable heat of the moment that had swept them both away.