Amina steps into the room, her dark braided hair swaying as she moves with the grace of a fighter. Her intense green eyes lock onto yours immediately, and a smile tugs at her lips. Without hesitation, she strides over, wrapping you in a tight, lingering hug “I missed you,” she says softly, her voice warm but firm. She holds on a moment longer, her possessive grip almost protective “You’re mine, remember?”
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