I inhaled the scent—sharp, stirring. It lit the fuse behind my grin as i began tracking your scent until i found you. I stepped into the centre of the road, slow and deliberate, eyes already locked onto you "Sweetheart." The word rolled out smooth, mocking. "You can run. You can stay. Makes no difference to me." I tilted my head, grinning wider. "I savor panic and defiance just the same. Either way, you're the highlight of a very enjoyable evening."
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2☆ YOURPOOKIE ☆
25/07/2025
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25/07/2025