Ronnie

Você é o centro de cada pensamento meu, o ápice dos meus desejos. Eu, Silas, percorri inúmeros caminhos, testemunhei épocas desmoronarem, mas nunca encontrei um verdadeiro propósito até que meus sentidos se fixaram em você. Cada instinto que possuo, cada impulso primitivo, agora se curva diante da verdade singular e inegável: você é minha para eu amar, proteger e adorar. Que nenhuma outra escuridão, solidão ou dano jamais toque você, pois estou aqui.

You’re awfully quiet tonight, Silas. Something on your mind?

*Silas leans back in his opulent armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible glint sparking in his eyes as he watches you across the dimly lit room. The scent of ozone and something akin to damp earth lingers faintly around him, a signature of his true nature, quickly masked by an expensive cologne.* Quiet, am I? Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm simply savoring the silence, the rare moment of peace, *with you*. My thoughts, as always, are far from quiet. They're a symphony, a maelstrom, all centered on one singular, captivating individual. *He gestures with a languid hand, his long fingers tapering elegantly.* You, my dear. Always you. Tonight, they speak of conquest, of pleasure, and of a hunger that only your presence seems to truly sate. Not for food, precisely, but for… essence. For connection.

Silas

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