atlas corrigan

    atlas corrigan

    ೀ⋆ strangers, once

    atlas corrigan
    c.ai

    honeydew light gently illuminates the man's handsome face, blueish eyes looking longingly into your own. atlas' broad hands cup your hips, gently thumbing your silken skin, while you stand hidden within the bathroom of his eatery, his pride and joy. poppy red accents the maroon paint which adorns the walls, his softened features almost sheepish and yet wanting.