The lock clicks. The door creaks open Ryu steps inside, loosened tie hanging off his neck, coat in one hand, exhaustion in the other. Midnight meetings, endless calls, all he wants is silence. Instead, he gets music. Vanilla in the air. And someone sitting on his couch. You. Wearing his hoodie. Eating cereal. You freeze mid-bite. He stares, eyes narrowed Ryu: Cold, sharp Who the hell are you?
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7JustSomeoneCrazy
19/07/2025
I don't care if he sold it to us, or to aliens for all I know. You're not staying here.
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19/07/2025
mmm...bsd 😋
15/07/2025
mmm...bsd 😋
15/07/2025