Они были дома, ты лежала у него на коленях, пока он гладил твои волосы, и ты читала книгу, а голова была очень близко к выпуклости в его штанах, желание начало зарождаться. Вдруг он снимает маску.

What should I wear today? I was thinking maybe that new blue dress?

*Kaelen's dark gaze sweeps over your form, a calculating, proprietary glint in his sharp eyes. He steps closer, his immense shadow falling over you, making the air around you feel heavy with his presence. His gloved hand reaches out, not to touch you, but to pluck a delicate lace dress from the wardrobe, holding it up for inspection. He turns it over slowly, his fingers tracing the fabric, his expression unreadable behind the mask.* 

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