Wrong Desire/bxb/
The psycho had decided to leave him alone, like Azxel was some toy he could drop anytime he feels like, Azxel didn't want to see the bad side for now, so he smiled at the thought of last night.
Azxel pushed himself up, his legs slightly unsteady, and walked around the room. He didn’t know why he was looking around but he felt like it.
His gaze fell on the things scattered around the little table by the room, the small stab knife, the chains, restraints, candles, cigarettes and a kit loaded with heavy BDSM tools. Things Sky had touched… maybe used… maybe planned to use.
Bab Populer