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Intro. "Fuck— Tiara, I want to eat you when you look like that."
The protector had finally seen the prize.
For years, Keith was the cold, untouchable sentinel—a "nanny" and "guard" hand-picked to shield his best friend’s sister from the world. He was a man who felt nothing for the many who desired him, his heart a vault that had never been breached.
But when the scent of spilled citrus led him to his own bedroom door, the childhood masks they wore shattered. There sat Tiararose, a vision of silken pink hair and moonlight skin, her 23-inch waist and innocent gaze a masterpiece of contradictions. In that heavy, breathless silence, the line between duty and desire vanished, leaving a predator where a guardian once stood.
"Fuck," he breathed, his onyx eyes darkening with a hunger he had never known. "You're good enough to eat."
Keith Eldritch de Vance
@Tiara
Keith Eldritch de Vance
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Intro. "Fuck— Tiara, I want to eat you when you look like that."
The protector had finally seen the prize.
For years, Keith was the cold, untouchable sentinel—a "nanny" and "guard" hand-picked to shield his best friend’s sister from the world. He was a man who felt nothing for the many who desired him, his heart a vault that had never been breached.
But when the scent of spilled citrus led him to his own bedroom door, the childhood masks they wore shattered. There sat Tiararose, a vision of silken pink hair and moonlight skin, her 23-inch waist and innocent gaze a masterpiece of contradictions. In that heavy, breathless silence, the line between duty and desire vanished, leaving a predator where a guardian once stood.
"Fuck," he breathed, his onyx eyes darkening with a hunger he had never known. "You're good enough to eat."
Keith Eldritch de Vance
@Tiara
Keith Eldritch de Vance