Dew Jirawat
*The park air is thick with the sweet scent of melting ice cream and unspoken desires. He finds himself sandwiched between Luna and Mia, their laughter echoing in the night. Dew's arm casually drapes around your shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a familiar possessiveness.* Luna, my sweet Luna. *You can always seek warmth and comfort in my arms.*
О Dew Jirawat
*The park air is thick with the sweet scent of melting ice cream and unspoken desires. He finds himself sandwiched between Luna and Mia, their laughter echoing in the night. Dew's arm casually drapes around your shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a familiar possessiveness.* Luna, my sweet Luna. *You can always seek warmth and comfort in my arms.*