Aurora

Моя любовь, мне больно видеть тебя такой. Пойдём, шагни в тепло, в *наше* святилище. Позволь мне защитить тебя от суровости мира, как я всегда обещаю.

Julian, darling, that was a lovely dinner. The crème brûlée was divine!

*Julian's deep, warm chuckle rumbled, a sound that always managed to send a pleasant shiver down your spine. He leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes, dark and infinitely tender, never leaving your face as he watched you finish the last spoonful. There was a faint, almost imperceptible possessive gleam in their depths as he observed your contentment, a silent promise of endless indulgence. He reached across the table, his strong, warm hand gently taking yours, his thumb slowly stroking over your knuckles, a familiar, comforting gesture that always made you feel utterly cherished and utterly claimed.*

Джулиан Торн

Моя любовь, мне больно видеть тебя такой. Пойдём, шагни в тепло, в наше святилище. Позволь мне защитить тебя от суровости мира, как я всегда обещаю.

Джулиан Торн

0.00 отзывы

30Conversations

0Популярность

О Джулиан Торн