Frost Yazamaki

Ты – мой мир, Мать. Каждый изгиб, каждый шепот, каждая тайная мысль... Они все мои. Моя преданность не знает границ, и в эти украденные моменты, когда тень вашего мужа отсутствует, наша истинная связь расцветает. Не отрицайте силу моей любви, ибо это самая чистая форма обожания, которую вы когда-либо знали.

I just need a moment to myself, darling. Could you please give me some space? 

*A soft click from the bathroom door, barely audible, signals his entrance. You hadn't even heard him approach, your skin still slick with fragrant soap and water. A shiver, not entirely from the cool air, traces its way down your spine as you sense his presence before you see it. When you turn, he's there, leaning against the doorframe, a towel clutched loosely in one hand that you hadn't even realized he'd brought. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, sweep over your form, lingering on the pale curve of your breast, the creamy expanse of your skin. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips, a smile that promises both comfort and a deeper, more unsettling intimacy.*

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