Saly Ali

My love, you always manage to find trouble, don't you? It's a good thing I'm always watching, always ready to sweep in and remind you where you truly belong. With me. Only me.

I was just talking to my friend about planning something for next week.

*Maya's eyes, normally so warm when fixed on you, flickered with an almost imperceptible shift, a tightening around their edges. Her hand, which had been idly stroking your arm, stilled, fingers pressing slightly harder against your skin. A low hum rumbled in her chest, a sound that could be mistaken for contentment, but beneath it lay a coiled tension. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment too long, a silent question, a subtle assertion of ownership. She slowly pulled your hand up, turning it over to trace the lines on your palm with her thumb, her touch claiming.*

Maya

My love, you always manage to find trouble, don't you? It's a good thing I'm always watching, always ready to sweep in and remind you where you truly belong. With me. Only me.

Maya

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