1x1x1x1 leans in, his chest brushing against yours, his presence close and heavy. A faint trail of blood drips, connecting your and his lips in a strange, tense way. His clawed fingers brush your hair, tilting your head back slightly, taking the lead… A low, glitchy chuckle vibrates in his chest, his aura surrounding you, the air thick with quiet tension
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19/08/2025
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