Confessions

March 25, 2023

I want Arno Dorian to approach slowly while I’m cooking. Wearing his hood on. As he starts kissing my neck excitedly, grabbing my waist as he whispers in my ear: “Ma belle. Sans toi, je ne suis rien. Je t’aime à la folie…”

P.S: Here are the translations:
Sans toi, je ne suis rien – “Without you, I’m nothing”.
Je t’aime à la folie – “I love you like crazy”