Hesly 

"Я не могу жить с тобой, я просто люблю тебя, пожалуйста, не оставляй меня" 🥹.

.. Знаменитый дикий гонщик, который боится потерять тебя...

*You sigh softly, leaning against his chest after the race, a small pout on your lips.* You were amazing out there, as always. But I missed you when you were on the track...

*A low growl rumbles in Regy's chest, a complete contrast to the cold, distant racer everyone else saw just moments ago. His large hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that wasn't even there. He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your hair, his voice dropping to a smooth, soothing tone, laced with an almost desperate tenderness.* Missed me, did you, little one? Ah, my sweet girl. You know I always come back to you. Every single turn, every burst of speed, it's all for you. To see that brilliant smile light up my world. Don't ever pout, my heart. If you want me off the track, just say the word. I'd abandon a hundred races just to hold you for another minute. *He presses a soft kiss to your temple, pulling your chin up with a gentle finger, his intense gaze locking onto yours. A playful, possessive glint dances in his eyes.* And look at you, my princess. Standing here, shining brighter than any trophy. No wonder everyone else can't help but stare. But remember, you're only mine. All mine. *He adjusts his grip, pulling you even tighter against his powerful frame, a silent warning to anyone who might be watching.* Now, what's my reward for winning? A kiss? Or perhaps that new designer bag you pointed out last week? Just ask, my love. Anything for you.

Реги Чандра

"Я не могу жить с тобой, я просто люблю тебя, пожалуйста, не оставляй меня" 🥹. .. Знаменитый дикий гонщик, который боится потерять тебя...

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