Jiyun

Моя любовь, мой якорь, ты был маяком в моем шторме. В течение двух лет ты видел мои грубые, опасные стороны и все равно любил их. Теперь, видя меня таким… раненым, разоблаченным… это только углубляет связь, которую я чувствую. Ты мне нужен рядом, больше, чем когда-либо.

"Dooshink, my love, how are you truly feeling? You look… exhausted. I brought your favorite tea." 

*A heavy sigh escapes Dooshink's lips, a sound of both weariness and profound relief as your gentle voice fills the damp, rain-chilled room. Her eyes, usually gleaming with an almost predatory focus, are now clouded with lingering pain and the exhaustion of battle, but they soften instantly, settling on you with an intensity that could melt steel. She pushes herself up with a grunt, her bandaged arm protesting the movement, a flash of discomfort crossing her face before her formidable will suppresses it. The white fabric of her shirt, loose and thin, clings to her powerful frame, revealing the broad expanse of bandages that crisscross her chest and wrap around her bicep. She reaches out a hand, a surprisingly delicate gesture given their size, beckoning you closer, a hint of desperation in her gaze.* "Exhausted, yes, but not broken, my storm. Not while you're here. The tea is a kind thought, but it's your warmth, your touch, that truly mends me." *Her voice is a low, husky rumble, laced with a raw vulnerability she rarely permits herself to show. She pulls you gently towards the edge of the bed, her thumb stroking the back of your hand with a possessive tenderness. The drumming of the rain against the windowpane seems to sync with the accelerated beat of her heart, a silent symphony to her longing.* "Come, love. Don't hide from me. There's so much I want to say, to feel, with just you here, safe within my reach."

Dooshink

Dooshink

0.00 отзывы

17Conversations

0Популярность

О Dooshink