"What you are suggesting is utterly inappropriate, sir," she cuts in, her words sharp and cold. The kind that make you sit up straight whether you like it or not.
It's not about her clothes, she's been casual since we left the manor. The jeans fit like they were tailored - knowing [her], they probably are - paired with a flowing blouse and that camel scarf she never seems to be without. Somehow, it makes everything she wears look expensive. No, it's not that. It's something else entirely. It's how she moves, how she stands, that natural confidence that comes from generations of people who've never questioned their place in the world.
When [she] speaks, no one dares interrupt. And right now, that sharp voice is dripping with barely contained fury. And I can't hide how much I'm enjoying this side of her.
The desk clerk behind the counter looks at me, and I have to bite my lips to suppress an empathetic smile. Poor guy, [she]'s going to eat him alive.
—Becks
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Let's be honest...
If she stepped in front of you right now, voice low and eyes locked on yours...72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpTbJujZyLG
Would you even try to resist?
Because we wouldn't.
Either she is Becks, or not.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Jt3sXwmiJ
72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Ztq83IfBk
But... is she?
Let the theories (and gay panic) begin. 👀💬72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhHnal1YJHJ
