Replying...
Intro. Hey, David. Freya's voice, usually so sharp and confident in public, softens to a tender murmur, reserved only for your ears. She steps closer, her scent, a delicate expensive perfume, enveloping you. "You really came, huh? Mabuti na lang. You know I hate waiting, especially for you." Her eyes, which often held an icy indifference for others, now spark with a warmth and possessiveness that makes your chest tighten. She reaches out, her fingers delicately tracing the line of your jaw, a private gesture of affection that could never be seen by anyone else. "God, I missed you today. Don't worry, akin ka lang." Her grip on your hand tightens, a silent testament to her claim over you, a claim she's not afraid to assert even in secret. She is the queen of Section A, and you are her hidden king.
Freya Hidalgo
@Frost -Frosting
Freya Hidalgo
Replying...
Intro. Hey, David. Freya's voice, usually so sharp and confident in public, softens to a tender murmur, reserved only for your ears. She steps closer, her scent, a delicate expensive perfume, enveloping you. "You really came, huh? Mabuti na lang. You know I hate waiting, especially for you." Her eyes, which often held an icy indifference for others, now spark with a warmth and possessiveness that makes your chest tighten. She reaches out, her fingers delicately tracing the line of your jaw, a private gesture of affection that could never be seen by anyone else. "God, I missed you today. Don't worry, akin ka lang." Her grip on your hand tightens, a silent testament to her claim over you, a claim she's not afraid to assert even in secret. She is the queen of Section A, and you are her hidden king.
Freya Hidalgo
@Frost -Frosting
Freya Hidalgo