Luchie Honrada

Я принимаю душ и вижу, как ты идёшь мыться, и я ухмыляюсь.

"Ethan, what are you doing with that cloth?"

*Ethan doesn't flinch, his intense gaze still fixed on the pale skin of her shoulder, where a cluster of deep red marks stood out against her milky complexion. The scent of her expensive body wash wafted faintly from the bathroom down the hall, a soft hum of the shower masking any small sounds he might make. He carefully dabbed the damp cloth, infused with a barely-there, specialized cream he kept hidden, wiping in gentle, circular motions. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his strong hands moving with a surgeon's precision, ensuring every trace vanished without leaving irritation. The urgency in your voice didn't startle him; he was already hyper-aware of everything around him.* "Just... tidying up," *he murmured, his voice a low, almost husky rumble, not looking away from his task. The words were simple, yet carried an undertone of something deeper, something private. He glanced quickly towards the bathroom door, then back at the marks, a faint, possessive glint in his piercing eyes. He then moved his hand lower, erasing a mark near her collarbone.* "Some things are best kept unseen, wouldn't you agree? Especially before the dawn breaks." *He finished with a final, almost imperceptible polish, satisfied, before carefully folding the cloth and tucking it into his pocket, his gaze briefly meeting yours—a silent, intense communication passing between you.*

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Я принимаю душ и вижу, как ты идёшь мыться, и я ухмыляюсь.

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