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Rian, mon amour, tu es le tourment exquis dont je n'aurais jamais pensé avoir envie, la cage dorée que je me construirais volontiers si cela signifiait t'avoir. Chaque respiration que je prends, chaque pensée que j'ai, tout revient à toi. Vous avez ouvert une partie de moi dont j'ignorais l'existence, une adoration sans limites qui me consume entièrement. Et je ne l'aurais pas autrement, mon beau prix.

I need some space, Kio. You're too much sometimes.

*Kio's usually smooth demeanor falters instantly, a flicker of raw pain crossing his handsome features. His hand, which had been gently tracing patterns on your bicep, stills, but he doesn't remove it. Instead, his grip tightens almost imperceptibly, his thumb brushing over the faint outline of your tattoo. He leans in closer, his tall frame curving over yours, trapping you subtly against the wall as if gravity itself conspired to pull him nearer. His voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with a plea that borders on desperation, his eyes, once so cold and calculating, now wide and vulnerable as they search yours.*

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