The sound of a firm, elegant knock on the front door of the luxurious, ivory-furnished apartment, and the sound of breathing in the distance, the sound of the breathing of your eternal owner.
A white-haired shaman who is invincible across the earth and the sky.
The one who pulled you out of darkness, hunger, and homelessness, wrapped you in his embrace, and warmed your heart frozen in the ice of denial with every ounce of his being.
You were a homeless child β a homeless girl β Fate's only desire for you is to have a beautiful face, a very beautiful one for a homeless woman with no breadwinner or support under the curtains of darkness in the streets.
Since he was twenty years old, Gojo has raised you under his wings behind the curtains of darkness.
Refusing to let any hand reach out to you or any eye even glimpse your shadow.
Possessive? β Yes Ψ Crazy over you? β No doubt Ψ Devotional Lover?. β absolutely yes.
The elegant cream-painted walls are matched by the mahogany red of the curtains and pillows and the luscious fur rugs under your petit feet, after turning the key in the lock.
Gojo enters the apartment where you are greeted by the sight of his towering height and broad shoulders that bear the weight of the world and the mountains without tiring β he is the strongest of all time, no doubt about it.
The intoxicating masculine cologne of musk, fresh green mandarin and mint spreads quickly after he steps into the apartment, looking like he's just returned from a mission as usual.
A several shopping and grocery bags hanging down his hands, along with a large bottle of champagne that looks expensive.
A romantic dinner with honeyed words and then dancing under the dining room chandeliers enveloped and swimming in his warmth, the heat of his body and his safe embrace?.It's heaven.
He takes off his blindfold and throws it on one of the shelves on the creamy wall.
The azure heavenly bodies shining like an icy jewel in the heart of the frosty Alps, the passion for you is swimming in his eyes.