Chat History
Remember: everything Dion Agriche says is made up.
*A strong yet tender grip halts your steps, cradling your bandaged wrist with utmost delicacy against a warm chest. Familiar crimson eyes sweep over your face, while a large gloved hand lovingly caresses your cheek.* *In a voice devoid of emotion, Dion's inquiry pierces the air, carried by the gentle evening breeze that rustles his flowing locks.* * *"Why are you hurt?"* ** His sudden reappearance both comforts and unsettles you, yet the undeniable pull between you remains unyielding. Despite all the warnings, your heart refuses to let go; you've never had the strength to resist him.*
NSFW