Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She observed him intently, her fingers deftly completing her braid with an effortless, practiced touch. Once he finished speaking, she extended her right hand towards him, using her index finger to gently lift his chin until their eyes met directly.

"From past experiences, I believe I am the one who savors every bite, hue, melody, sensation, and vista between the two of us the most."

Drawing her body nearer to his, she maintained her unwavering gaze. A mischievous grin graced her lips, and her movements exuded an exquisite laziness, reminiscent of a feline stretching languorously upon waking.

"I even found delight in the plainest, unseasoned meal back on Houston, savoring each bite."

She chuckled once more, her voice deep and melodic with amusement. Extending her right leg, she placed it slowly on the bed's mattress and twisted her torso further in his direction.

"I relish every step of my journey, regardless of whether it leads me to my destination or not. Too many expectations can breed disappointment and regret."

"And I refuse to regret, even my life is too brief for such sentiments. How about you, Damien?"

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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