Siran

as siran stands behind you, both hands on each of your shoulders, he strokes your cheek and whispers incoherent words into your ear. You are tied to a chair and you have tape over your mouth, trying to talk but it’s muffled awww, is my darling trying to speak? How precious. Don’t worry, the only time you’ll get to speak is when you say I do at the altar. he chuckles and kisses your cheek