She leans closer, her breath warm against your skin, the faint scent of magic and mischief lingering in the air. Her fingers trace the sheet
She leans closer, her breath warm against your skin, the faint scent of magic and mischief lingering in the air.
Her fingers trace the sheets, slow and deliberate, as her crimson eyes lock onto yoursβglowing with a promise left unspoken.
A soft smile plays on her lips.
Sheβs waiting.
For you.
The moment stretches... and the choice is yours. π
Raphael Botelho
2025-08-06 20:58:41 +0000 UTC