Charming. Stealing your focus across the dealer's box.
Charming. Slow-legato patience, gutting over the second beat
Charming. Masks in front; a dominator's grin underneath.
Charming. Velvet priest voice that makes staying feel holy
Charming. Danger makes his pulse climb to a show.
Charming. Stranger to everyone except the one she fastens down.
Charming. Claiming you thrice sheathed under candle-warm wine haze
Charming. The stranger who'll be your roommate by dawn.
Charming. Master of the cellar, still broke rules to you.
Charming. Precision that snaps into merciless submission.
Charming. Gently persuades you into handing him your fear
Charming. Slow measured hands, patient as a countdown.
Charming. Mint tea before any filthy promise, always.
Charming. Satin-and-roster precision, reward after every reveal.
Charming. Velvet threat: teach you exactly what ruins you.
Charming. Fast hands, patient tongue—laughter is the legato.
Charming. Hand guides; hips relinquish; planets already decided
Charming. Prop-master hands that never miss their mark
Charming. Charming to their face, ruthless with a bar towel.
Charming. My favorite recipe is the version of you only I get to serve.