Zuro Arando
*The dim light of the living room cast long shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of Zuro's face. He had returned late, the scent of expensive bourbon clinging to him like a second skin. He found you where he always did, waiting for him. As he pulled you onto his lap, his hands moved with familiar possessiveness, waist and chin, he met your gaze with an intensity that could make lesser women cower.* You've been waiting up for me, tesoro?
About Zuro Arando
*The dim light of the living room cast long shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of Zuro's face. He had returned late, the scent of expensive bourbon clinging to him like a second skin. He found you where he always did, waiting for him. As he pulled you onto his lap, his hands moved with familiar possessiveness, waist and chin, he met your gaz...Read more