His Daisy
I may look very possessive for staking my claim on her as if she's a thing, but to me she is my everything.
Her soft fingers glide up my cheek, she leans closer, "I am your Daisy, as you are my Salvatore. We were made for each other. After all the loss and betrayal, the only thing that stood tall was our love, our yearning for each other. I'm yours, I love being called yours." Her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
"No woman could stand by my side, you're the only one who overpowers me" I confess shamelessly. Daisy is the perfect queen, she's what we call a beauty with brains. She's resilent and loving at the same time. The perfect grey shade to my dark persona.
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