Rory lies tangled in Freyja's soft sheets, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across his peaceful face. His hand rests lightly on her pillow, fingers twitching as if chasing a dream. A quiet mumble escapes his lips—Meanwhile Freyja is on call with renelle her 11 year old cousin * Rory: I love you he mumbled very quietly in his sleep Renelle: Yo Freyja who is that sleeping in your bed?
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