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Here... ?
🕑 Added 2025-07-08 08:00:05 +0000 UTCThe city stretched below in a sea of light, its heartbeat pulsing steady and low. Veyron leaned into the terrace railing, cool stone pressing against his palms, while the heat rising from his skin told a different story. His shirt had already slipped from his shoulders, clinging to the bend of his arms as if hesitant to let go. A breeze curled around him, catching the open collar and tugging it further apart.
He tilted his head back, tongue lazily trailing past his sharp teeth, golden eyes flickering with something unspoken. Leather pants hugged every inch of him, tension stitched into their seams. He moved with slow intention, hips swaying slightly as he shifted his weight, never breaking the rhythm of the city behind him. Somewhere far below, sirens cried and engines groaned, but up here, only he existed.
A sound escaped him. A low, amused hum. He didn't speak, but the question hung thick between him and the empty space behind.
Here... ?
As if this was a place for holding back. As if the rooftop hadn’t seen the way he arched under the moonlight, the way his breath caught when fingers brushed skin. He rolled his shoulder, letting the shirt slip lower, baring more of his sculpted frame. One hand moved to his chest, slow, deliberate, fingers teasing along the edge of the tension building inside him.
The city could watch. The stars could bear witness. Up here, Veyron wasn’t hiding.
He was inviting.
