𝛵. 𝛰'ん𝜕𝛤𝜕

Hot off the press.

i love you. i want us both to eat well.

gravel crunches under the tyres of the vintage sports car making its way up the driveway of the priory . far too fast , no doubt ; rage simmering after his call with declan moments ago . still muttering something under his breath , +

ㅤㅤㅤ oh, i’ll suppose i’ll take that as a compliment. ㅤㅤㅤ

he's so good to me and to nobody else.

rutag | does your mother know?

ㅤㅤㅤ ( blinks ) do i ? well… your mother must be a very dignified woman, then. tell me, dear, what makes you say that ? ㅤㅤㅤ