[ Slowly, he turns, steps just as slow as he makes his way into the lavish house that belongs to his dominant... who is not here and not replying to his messages. So it's just John.
Heading for the long couch in the living room, he slowly drops himself down onto it and lays there with the sheet wrapped around him and sunglasses still on, the lights within the house all off, curtains drawn. Not even the fire is crackling. It all just hurts to look at. ]
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[ Slowly, he turns, steps just as slow as he makes his way into the lavish house that belongs to his dominant... who is not here and not replying to his messages. So it's just John.
Heading for the long couch in the living room, he slowly drops himself down onto it and lays there with the sheet wrapped around him and sunglasses still on, the lights within the house all off, curtains drawn. Not even the fire is crackling. It all just hurts to look at. ]