𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝟑𝟔 | 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

Clink with the drink, gimme a sip
Tell me what's your kink, gimme the dick

The car screeched to a halt in front of his luxurious penthouse, the sleek exterior gleaming under the bright city lights. Surprise washed over me, my eyes widening in disbelief, as I had expected to go home instead. I turned my head towards him, only to find his penetrating gaze already fixated on me. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk, shivering my spine.

"Our mansion's room wasn't soundproof," he said, his voice low and seductive. A rush of blood heated up my cheeks, turning them a deep shade of scarlet. The realization of his words slowly sank in, making my heart race with anticipation.

Revansh gracefully stepped out of the car, opening the door on my side with a gentle yet possessive touch. As he leaned closer, our breaths mingled in the crisp air, his lips tenderly pressing against each of my closed eyes. Softly, he whispered, "I love you," and a radiant smile graced my lips in response.

I could feel Revansh's strong hands sliding beneath my knees, his touch sending a tingle of excitement through my body. With his other hand supporting my back, he effortlessly lifted me into his arms, my own arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support. As we made our way inside the penthouse, the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped me, mingling with the soft aroma of fresh flowers in the air.

Passing through the grand living room, my eyes were drawn to the breathtaking view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The twinkling lights of the cityscape stretched out before us, a mesmerizing sight that never failed to captivate.

Finally, we arrived in the room, where Revansh gently placed me on the plush couch, his touch both tender and reassuring. With a steady motion, he walked towards the elegant vanity table, his footsteps barely making a sound on the polished marble floor. My curiosity piqued, wondering what he had in store.

Opening the door with a deliberate motion, he revealed a small red box, which he carefully carried back to me. Slowly, he knelt before me, a warm smile playing on his lips as he opened the box. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld a delicate glassy chain anklet, its intricate design shimmering under the soft glow of the room.