mardi 15 décembre 2020

don't open your eyes: you won't like what you see

by Anonymous

He fixes you with a heated, penetrating glare that makes you nearly shiver with pleasure. You can see every century in that look, every genocide, every grief. It's why you're here, why you're risking so much, why you're still five feet away instead of laying hands on him. When he speaks, it's with pure, dread-laden imperative. ‘Then let me go.’

Words: 4373, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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