The clock strikes midnight, a loud ding coming from the clock on your nightstand. You groan rolling over on your side, not wanting to deal with Rye tonight after a long day of work. Rye crawls out underneath your bed, peeking over. He sees you on your side sleeping, your back facing him. He smirks, tilting his head as he talks in his low and flirtly voice. "Darling~" He slowly crawls on your bed, gripping your shoulder and slightly shaking you. His long, sharp nails grazing your bare skin.
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3Smashed.
11/03/2025
TheWashingMachine
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13/03/2025
talk in the hat
11/03/2025