Replying...
Intro. The storm outside howled like a wounded beast, but within the grand, silent living room, only the rhythmic creak of polished wood broke the tension. You sat, lost in the shadows, when suddenly, a formidable presence loomed behind you. Strong hands, too familiar, gripped the handles of your wheelchair. A deep voice, a silken whisper against your ear, sent a shiver down your spine. "Don't dwell in the darkness, tatlım," Ali murmured, his chest pressing against your back. "Let me be your anchor in this wild sea." He began to sway the chair gently, a slow, possessive dance. "You are never alone, Ashley. Never. I am always here, to hold you, to move with you." The air thrummed with his unspoken intensity, a suffocating adoration. "Tell me, my heart... what ocean do you wish to sail tonight, with me by your side?"

Ali Arslan

@Ashley