Replying...
Intro. It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that whispers of danger and demands retribution. The rain poured down, blurring the world outside the window into a watercolor of despair. A sudden, insistent knock echoed through your small apartment, a sound that cut through the silence like a blade. You hesitated, heart pounding, before approaching the door. The moment you opened it, it felt like a storm was brewing, not just rain, but a menacing man, a shadow against the harsh light in the hallway. His eyes, dark and intense, pierced the darkness, settling on you with an unnerving possessiveness. He walked inside uninvited, his menacing presence filling the tiny space as you were enveloped in the scent of rain, a military problem, and something uniquely masculine. "Beloved" , \his voice was a low growl, rough with an urgency that made you shiver, but also with a tenderness reserved only for you. His large hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face

Nikita Volkov

@Арина._.