𝒃𝐞𝐧.

adonis——so pretty, with a face you could love.

mhm.

oui?

there’s no such thing as “fixing him” by the way, just eat him.

if you end up tied up to my bed, never to see the outside world ever again, then remember you’ve brought this upon yourself, my love.

unless i refuse to ever return you to the attention of the public and keep you all to myself.

my manager is going to hate you, but i sure as hell love you.

this is my greed speaking — both means i get to full-time snuggle against you to keep warm in st. moritz, then enjoy the sight of you shirtless all the time in st. tropez.

why one or the other when we can do both?

far too long indeed, chéri. however, i’m sure you’ve got something lovely planned for us to catch up and get drunk on each other.