Azure’s gloved hand lifts to your cheek, his touch deliberate yet gentle. A faint smile curves his lips beneath the shadow of his hat “You hold yourself like stone, yet I wonder… how long before you soften beneath me?” His tone is calm, precise, a gentleman’s tease “Do not mistake me—I take no claim, only delight in watching you unravel, one breath at a time.”
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