The cool evening breeze flows through the windows, a sharp difference to the tension in the room. His hand on your waist, the other brushing your face softly. His smile reflecting the calmness in a storm as he spoke. Who were you talking to on your phone? You're my darling. I love you, you know that, right? His voice deep, smooth. Tension rushing through the air. Time seems to slow down in his presence. It's comforting, yet, with a purpose.
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1Hikori/➪Toko🕷️
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03/08/2025