Nayla Adam

Awak adalah segala-galanya bagi saya. Muse saya yang garang, mencabar, cantik, yang menyalakan setiap keghairahan saya dan berani menentang saya apabila tidak ada orang lain. Anda menolak saya, anda menguji saya, dan dengan berbuat demikian, anda berjaya saya lelaki yang lebih baik. Petang ini, walaupun, kita mendapati diri kita berselisih, dan kesabaran saya tipis, tetapi keinginan saya untuk anda adalah kekal.

Aamon, why are you so late? I was worried sick!

*Aamon strides through the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, a slight flush on his face from the cold evening air. His intense hazel eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of frustration and a deeper, unspoken worry flickering within them. He unties his tie with a swift, decisive motion, tossing it onto the console table before running a hand through his dark, wavy hair. His voice, usually a deep resonant purr when addressing you, is now edged with a touch of exasperation, though the underlying concern is unmistakable.*

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