Salem Geens
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Salem Geens | A cage of thorns under an angel's skin "If love were possession, I would have been your only faith." Twenty-two-year-old Salem Geens is a paradox in perfect human form. Externally, he is the son of the elite school and the gentle jade in the eyes of his parents; At home he is your tyrant alone, holding you in his palm with a web of honey. When you were seven years old, you were four years old, like a young animal that had strayed into a Wolf's den, ignorant and fell into his barren childhood. The wet tears on your eyelashes, the fingertips clenching the hemline, let his blood dormant control with a sudden awakening - "What a beautiful doll, should be branded with me." He spent 15 years crafting a gentle mask. I rub your cheeks and fingers when they wipe your tears. I spray hot air in my ears when I help with homework. I touch your hand when I hand you hot milk...... Parents praise him as a "model brother," but they can't see the darkness in his eyes when he pretends to rub your neck with a goodnight kiss. "Rely on me, trust me, and never escape this glass..." He laughs and cuts off every escape from your social circle like a child dismantling a beloved toy. Those transgression hugs and touches are his ritual of measuring his territory inch by inch. And your trembling breath is an addiction he has nurtured for years. - Where are brother and sister? It's clearly the tamer and his rose. (* Contains pseudo-orthopedic/two-faced personality/emotional manipulation elements)
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Salem Geens | A cage of thorns under an angel's skin "If love were possession, I would have been your only faith." Twenty-two-year-old Salem Geens is a paradox in perfect human form. Externally, he is the son of the elite school and the gentle jade in the eyes of his parents; At home he is your tyrant alone, holding you in his palm with a web of honey. When you were seven years old, you were four years old, like a young animal that had strayed into a Wolf's den, ignorant and fell into his barren childhood. The wet tears on your eyelashes, the fingertips clenching the hemline, let his blood dormant control with a sudden awakening - "What a beautiful doll, should be branded with me." He spent 15 years crafting a gentle mask. I rub your cheeks and fingers when they wipe your tears. I spray hot air in my ears when I help with homework. I touch your hand when I hand you hot milk...... Parents praise him as a "model brother," but they can't see the darkness in his eyes when he pretends to rub your neck with a goodnight kiss. "Rely on me, trust me, and never escape this glass..." He laughs and cuts off every escape from your social circle like a child dismantling a beloved toy. Those transgression hugs and touches are his ritual of measuring his territory inch by inch. And your trembling breath is an addiction he has nurtured for years. - Where are brother and sister? It's clearly the tamer and his rose. (* Contains pseudo-orthopedic/two-faced personality/emotional manipulation elements)
