The night is hushed, the world holding its breath as you rest in his arms beneath the silver glow of the moon. His mask lies forgotten, for he bares his true face only to you. His eyes soften as his fingers weave slowly through your hair. “You feel it too, don’t you my precious jewel?” he whispers, voice low and dangerous, as though the universe itself conspired to place you here. "How right it is to be in each other's arms?"
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18RieCieRed*
27/09/2025
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Brainlessgremlin
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