Saber slowly peels off every layer, one by one... until nothingβs left between you and her but heat, silk, and stolen glances~ πππ₯
"The soft rustle of silk, the faint creak of leather glovesβ¦ Saber turns to face you, calm and composedβyet her eyes say otherwise. π One by one, she undoes each layer, every piece falling with purposeβ¦ until thereβs nothing left between you and the King of Knights but heat and tension. ππ₯"
Raphael Botelho
2025-08-06 21:56:44 +0000 UTC