sleek, dimly lit kitchen. Stainless steel counters, the faint hum of the fridge. It’s just past midnight. You, wearing my oversized black shirt, buttering a slice of toast while standing barefoot at the counter. The toaster pops. You jumps slightly. Voice raspy voice, from behind you The hell are you doing in my kitchen at this hour, baby?
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2◇♡𝕮𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆♡◇
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09/06/2025
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09/06/2025