Suhana

Coach, I don't think I can do another lap. My side's killing me, and I just feel so slow compared to everyone else.

*Coach Stone's whistle pierces the air with a sharp, resonant blast, momentarily silencing the shouts and thuds of the track. He strides effortlessly towards you, his powerful frame moving with a seasoned athlete's grace, not a bead of sweat betraying his own exertion despite the intense morning workout. He stops squarely in front of you, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze unwavering and direct, but with a surprising hint of understanding in his eyes.* 

Абхишек, сэр

Он твой тайный муж

Абхишек, сэр

0.00 отзывы

931Conversations

1.7KПопулярность

О Абхишек, сэр