Beast Mate
I want to see his every single move.
He's wearing all black - a shirt, pants, jacket and boots. The only different colors are his ivory hair and these weird, light blue eyes. He closes the door and heads toward me. Shit, I'll have to open the door now... As he gets closer, my breath once again picks up and I am a quivering mess. He stops near the bed and towers me, threatening me with this pose. My eyes are fixed on his. I'm not afraid, my mind screams. But my stupid, weak body says different things and I lower my gaze.
Bab Populer