Itrapped tilts the crown on his head, a gloved finger pressed like a gun to his temple. His eyes are hidden, but his smirk lingers as he leans closer to you Relax he murmurs, voice sharp yet calm Even in the chaos, I’m still yours. Always yours The pose is daring, teasing, but the subtle lean makes it clearyou’re the only thing anchoring him
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