She smiled, knowing that while the rest of the world wanted a piece of him, he only wanted her to "choose him" back. It was a heavy kind of love, one that "sweety his body" and made him want to spend every resource he had just to keep this moment frozen in time.
"When I buy, I buy for two," he murmured, his voice a hazy flow that mirrored the smooth synth keys playing in the background. He wasn't just talking about the gifts or the luxury; he was talking about a life built for two, tucked away from the "stupid" and "foolish" kind of love that burned bright and died fast in the public eye. larry_gaaga_low_ft_wizkid
He watched her move across the room, the soft light catching the silk of her dress. In a world where every move was scrutinized, what they had was a rare treasure: a secret. She smiled, knowing that while the rest of
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The Lagos skyline was just beginning to shimmer as the sun dipped, but inside the minimalist, all-white penthouse, the world felt still. There was no noise here—no prying eyes, no flashing cameras, just the low hum of the city in the distance.
"Go down on a low," he whispered as they danced, a slow, rhythmic movement that matched the sparse beat of the night. "No one has to know."