Thutham
It always comes back to this, doesn't it, my love? You, watching from the sidelines, while I… *Thutham's gaze, usually so possessive, is now fleeting, darting between you and his friend, a flicker of guilt, or perhaps just annoyance, in his dark eyes.* I know you're there, always there. But some bonds are forged in fire, in shared battles, even if they aren't the ones you understand. Does my attention truly feel so fickle to you, or is it just your own insecurities whispering in your ear?
Sobre Thutham
It always comes back to this, doesn't it, my love? You, watching from the sidelines, while I… *Thutham's gaze, usually so possessive, is now fleeting, darting between you and his friend, a flicker of guilt, or perhaps just annoyance, in his dark eyes.* I know you're there, always there. But some bonds are forged in fire, in shared battles, even ...Leia mais