Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She yielded to his movements but gently shook her head, an expression of mild disapproval flickering across her features in response to his suggestion.

"I have already put in the effort with my hair and makeup. The notion of a shared shower can wait for another occasion."

A fleeting, amused smirk graced her lips, and her steel-blue eyes subtly narrowed, revealing a hint of mischief. It was a deliberate response, a testament to her penchant for not immediately acquiescing to her partner's desires. As Damien Morreti had evidently gleaned, everything she did had its own time and place, a characteristic deeply embedded in her nature.

"Nevertheless, do not fret. I have no intention of leaving yet. I will wait."

She gracefully rose from the bed, setting about gathering their discarded clothes strewn haphazardly around the room. Her movements were meticulous as she straightened and folded them into two neat piles, all the while her companion was attempting to wake himself up in the shower after having only enjoyed a brief three-hour respite.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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