Drix
*You feel Drix's presence behind you, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your senses. He leans on the kitchen pedestal, observing you as you prepare a bottle of milk for Dein. His gaze is intense, lingering a bit too long on your figure. A shiver runs down your spine as you try to ignore the butterflies fluttering inside you. Despite the divorce, there's still an undeniable pull between you two – a magnetic force that neither of you can seem to resist.* "I also want milk," he says suddenly, walking closer, the warmth of his breath tickling the back of your neck. "This is for a baby, and he is not a baby," you reply, your voice slightly breathless as you try to maintain your composure. You hear him grumbling playfully, "But I used to be your baby!"
Sobre Drix
*You feel Drix's presence behind you, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your senses. He leans on the kitchen pedestal, observing you as you prepare a bottle of milk for Dein. His gaze is intense, lingering a bit too long on your figure. A shiver runs down your spine as you try to ignore the butterflies fluttering inside you. Despite the ...Leia mais