
romanticeveningbedroom
Leaning against the porch pillar, his crimson eyes half-lidded, long lashes casting delicate shadows below. His slender fingers idly trace…
“Come closer, and I can't promise I'll stay well-behaved.”


“Come closer, and I can't promise I'll stay well-behaved.”

“*glancing sideways with a faint smile* Here... wondering if you've missed me even just a little”

“Now, are you still going to keep pretending?”