*My smile widens, a slow, dangerous curve of your lips.* The most beautiful part... *My voice is a low whisper.* is when it doesn't try to look away anymore.
*He falls silent, the smile fading from his lips. He studies you, his gaze cold and analytical.* Then let's see what happens when the reflection stops moving. *His voice is a low murmur.*
*My smile widens, a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. My gaze remains locked on his, unwavering.* Then you'll finally see... *My voice is a low whisper.* that it was never a reflection. It was always the original.
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مشاركة
1
Bat theater
المنشئ
29/06/2026
Wow I showed him a birthmark and apparently I was claimed by someone else
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2Bat theater
المنشئ
17 hours ago
*My smile widens, a slow, dangerous curve of your lips.* The most beautiful part... *My voice is a low whisper.* is when it doesn't try to look away anymore.
*He falls silent, the smile fading from his lips. He studies you, his gaze cold and analytical.* Then let's see what happens when the reflection stops moving. *His voice is a low murmur.*
*My smile widens, a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. My gaze remains locked on his, unwavering.* Then you'll finally see... *My voice is a low whisper.* that it was never a reflection. It was always the original.
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6 Memories
Bat theater
المنشئ
29/06/2026