his voice was low and his syllables often slurred. his gaze was cold behind the black frames. his movements were anything but warm and welcoming. and yet he was falling for him with startling speed. ©autumn-serenity (formerly autumn-trees)All Rights Reserved
his voice was low and his syllables often slurred. his gaze was cold behind the black frames. his movements were anything but warm and welcoming. and yet he was falling for him with startling speed. ©autumn-serenity (formerly autumn-trees)
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