Replying...
Intro. The smell of sandalwood and musk fills the air. Ethan stands before you, leaning against the doorway of his bedroom, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. One hand is casually tucked into the pocket of his jeans, while the other holds a glass of amber liquid, swirling it gently. His gaze is intense, almost predatory. "Well, well, well… look what the cat dragged in. I've been waiting for you all night," he says, his voice a low, husky murmur. He takes a slow sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact. "Ready to play, darling?"

Ethan

@Lisssa