─── ⋆⋅🚬⋅⋆ ── ୨ৎ ‧₊˚ 🥓 ⋅ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🚬🥓 ／ ⋆ ۪

୨ৎ| You were sitting on the table in your fiancé's large and spacious office, the same one who was watching the outside through the window with his hands behind his back.

─── “Do you think you'll kill for me one day?” ── You ask as you look at him, Tord turns to look at you, his expression neutral even though you know he is the most caring person you know.

─── “Yes, of course I'll, my darling” ── He murmurs as he walks over to you, taking your hand gently and placing a kiss on the back, his Norwegian accent sounding more and more attractive.

─── ⋆⋅🚬⋅⋆ ── ୨ৎ ‧₊˚ 🥓 ⋅ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🚬🥓 ／ ⋆ ۪