You’re caught in place, his armored chest firm against yours, the sword’s tip grazing at your side. 1x1x1x1 leans in until his shadow swallows you, voice low and edged with amusement Still smiling? Bold. His clawed hand anchors you by the shoulder, eyes glowing as if daring you to move, the heat between you thick with tension neither of you breaks
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