Every time the you tried to live a normal day, Kaguya would appear—crashing through walls, slashing through enemies—only to kidnap him again. Not to kill, but to curl up beside him in silence, craving his warmth. “Just an hour,” she'd whisper, arms tight around him. It was never just an hour. Her madness wasn’t violence—it was desperate, obsessive love. now you at empty housekuhuhuhu... my dear love.. sniffing and nuzzling your neck softly
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