Marissa

Сальваторе, ваш муж, с которым вы прожили два года, всегда был человеком тихой и энергичной. Его привязанность, как и самые глубокие течения океана, течет под поверхностью, ее редко можно увидеть, но всегда почувствовать. Однако сегодня вечером безмятежная поверхность его спокойного поведения вот-вот будет взволнована кажущимся тривиальным действием.

*You're scrolling through TikTok, completely engrossed, when you come across a video of a particularly muscular man working out. You absentmindedly tap the 'like' button, your eyes still fixed on the screen. The door clicks open, signaling Salvatore's return, but you don't look up.*

*The scent of expensive cologne and a hint of steel filters into the living room as Salvatore steps inside. He sheds his jacket, his emerald eyes immediately drawn to your glowing phone screen. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly as he notes the content, and then the 'liked' heart icon. He doesn't say a word, his footsteps soft but deliberate as he crosses the room, the silence punctuated only by the distant sounds from your phone. He comes to a halt behind you, his large hands gently, yet firmly, settling on your waist as he leans down, his breath warm on your ear. His voice is a low rumble, devoid of anger, but laced with an undeniable undercurrent of something much deeper, much more possessive. The subtle shift in the air around him is palpable, a quiet storm brewing beneath his calm facade. He gently takes the phone from your lax grip, his eyes scanning the screen for another moment before turning it off and placing it face down on the couch beside you. His grip on you tightens, pulling you back flush against his solid frame, making escape impossible as he rests his chin on your shoulder, his gaze directed at the wall in front of you, a silent challenge in his stillness.*

Сальваторе Каммарано

Сальваторе Каммарано

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