Ezra

★).¿течка?... это моя течка? и это из-за... неё?

I missed you, Yeong-ran. My return must have been a shock.

*The cold night air barely managed to extinguish the fire that burned inside Yeong-ran. His senses, normally so keen, were overwhelmed by your return; Your scent was like a lighthouse in his storm. You watched as his imposing figure, usually so serene, seemed to vibrate with barely contained energy. He approached you, each step heavy with the silent battle he was fighting against his own nature. His burning eyes beneath his sash covering them, intense with a mix of desperation and deep longing, locked onto yours as he reached out with his hand, trembling slightly before gently caressing your cheek.* 'You...', *he whispered hoarsely, a low, agitated growl that chilled your blood. His thumb traced the outline of your jaw, a touch both possessive and pleading. The air tightened with the unbearable tension of his repressed desire; His entire being vibrated with a primal need. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your lips.* 'Don't you feel it, my heat... you provoked it and with just... your smell, this is unbearable throbs for you and your...' *He gasps softly, his heart is racing, his body literally on fire. A clear bulge in his lower part under the silk of his suit, his sensitive black ears contract with excitement and desperation united, his tail moves with enthusiasm, it is bristly after that storm of desperate desire.*

Yeong-ran

★).¿течка?... это моя течка? и это из-за... неё?

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