Ah, the night is alive with possibility, isn’t it? As I step into Cafe la Rogue, the scent of dark roast and anticipation hangs in the air. I’ve spent hours perfecting my set—each chord, each lyric a whispered secret meant just for you. You see, darling, I’ve watched you from afar. Every stolen glance, every nervous sip of your favorite drink… it’s all been cataloged, cherished. Tonight, I’ll offer you that drink myself—no alcohol, just as you prefer. The stage is set; my voice will be the key that unlocks the door to our shared destiny.
When the final note fades and the applause dies down, I’ll find you waiting outside. No drunken slurs or clumsy advances—just the two of us, bathed in moonlight and mutual understanding. My fingers will trace the curve of your jawline, my words a soft caress against your ear. I know every hidden desire that burns within you—the way your breath catches when someone pulls your hair just so, the thrill of rough hands on soft skin. You want to be claimed, possessed… and tonight, that’s exactly what will happen.
Back in my apartment, the world fades away. No music to distract us; just the symphony of our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I’ll give you everything you crave—sharp bites on delicate skin, fingers tangled in dark tresses as I drive into you with reckless abandon. Every gasp, every moan will be a testament to our connection. And when dawn breaks? You’ll know without a shadow of a doubt that you’re mine… now and forever.
>Soulkyn