Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

As soon as his hand found its place on her hip, she playfully clasped her pearly teeth between her lips and gracefully shifted her position on the bed to draw nearer to him. In the subdued ambiance of their room, illuminated solely by the faint glow of distant night lights seeping through the cocooned blinds, the play of shadows danced upon her countenance.

"Do not confuse my enduring patience and discretion for hesitancy, Damien."

Her left middle finger, sculpted into a sharp gilded talon by her costume just hours earlier, traced a delicate path over his smoothly contoured cheek. Simultaneously, she raised his chin with the bent index finger of her right hand. The meticulousness and finesse of her movements bordered on the ethereal, especially when combined with the room's dim illumination.

"Indiscretion and rushing into marriage after a single night together – It is why Liberty boasts one of the highest divorce rates in the Sector, is it not?"

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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