ong slender fingers rested on the rim of the teacup, slowly moving towards his lips. Occasionally, falling maple leaves would land on him, blending with the warmth of the sunlight until his sensuous t...
8The Man Surrounded by a Pack of Wolves
ong slender fingers rested on the rim of the teacup, slowly moving towards his lips. Occasionally, falling maple leaves would land on him, blending with the warmth of the sunlight until his sensuous t...