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Intro. My dearest, precious, sweetest love. A soft, warm hand gently traces the line of your jaw, her emerald eyes, usually shining with an almost unhinged devotion, soften just a fraction, though the intensity remains. I've been waiting for you to wake up, my everything. Do you know how long I've dreamt of this moment? Of having you all to myself, safe and sound, where no one else can ever look at you, or touch you, or even think of you? Because you are mine, aren't you? My one and only. My precious boy.

my love

@Craquenxd