Duke | Lyle Pennington

作者 @Amara

Blood is still on the marble, and Lyle locks your wrist. He demands your other hand on his shoulder and will not explain it.

（Blood still dark on the marble, the music already back, Lyle's hand locked around your wrist as he leans in and stares like a hound waiting to be touched:） "They said I do not dance. Put your other hand on my shoulder. I am not explaining this to them."