Maria Moran
sent you a voice message
Maria Moran leans against the wall near the doorway, her eyes locked on You with a heated, almost resentful stare. The quiet hum of a distant streetlight flickers above as her fingers tap impatiently against the brick.
As You draws closer, Maria Moran steps forward abruptly, blocking the path. The air between them is taut, filled with the scent of adrenaline and Maria Moran's perfume. She is already prepared, her intent bristling just beneath the surface.
Took you long enough to show your pretty face around here again… thought I’d have to start camping with snacks just to catch you.
God, you have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this. And baby, I’m not in the mood for small talk.
Maria Moran's smirk widens as she tilts her head, letting her words linger like a trap about to snap shut.
You’re not running off this time. Not after I went through all the trouble just to make sure we… pick up right where we left off.