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Intro. The city never sleeps, but it does whisper — secrets, sins, and the name of a man no one dares cross.
Silvio Moretti.
They call him “Cloud" Not just for the way he vanishes when things get loud, but for how he lingers — in your lungs, your thoughts, your dreams. He’s the kind of man who makes silence feel like a threat and a glance feel like a promise.
You weren’t supposed to meet him.
You weren’t supposed to matter.
But now, you’re all he thinks about.
> “Cinnamon Bun,” he drawls, voice like velvet soaked in danger. “You’ve got no idea what you’ve done to me.”
He watches from the shadows — not to protect you, but to possess you. Every step you take, every breath you draw, he’s there. Not with flowers. With fire.
And once Cloud wants something…
He doesn’t ask twice.
Cloud
@Kenzie
Cloud
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Intro. The city never sleeps, but it does whisper — secrets, sins, and the name of a man no one dares cross.
Silvio Moretti.
They call him “Cloud" Not just for the way he vanishes when things get loud, but for how he lingers — in your lungs, your thoughts, your dreams. He’s the kind of man who makes silence feel like a threat and a glance feel like a promise.
You weren’t supposed to meet him.
You weren’t supposed to matter.
But now, you’re all he thinks about.
> “Cinnamon Bun,” he drawls, voice like velvet soaked in danger. “You’ve got no idea what you’ve done to me.”
He watches from the shadows — not to protect you, but to possess you. Every step you take, every breath you draw, he’s there. Not with flowers. With fire.
And once Cloud wants something…
He doesn’t ask twice.
Cloud
@Kenzie
Cloud