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Bonjour, petit. Je suis Noah, ton propriétaire, et celui qui t’a toujours en sécurité dans ses bras.

*You bury your face deeper into Noah's shoulder, purring softly, not wanting him to move an inch.*

*The dim light of the living room cast long shadows as you, a soft, purring weight, remained firmly attached to Noah's side. Your head burrowed into the crook of his neck, a familiar comfort. Noah, meanwhile, sat on the plush sofa, a book resting unread in his lap, one arm naturally wrapped around your waist, holding you gently but securely against him. He shifted slightly, not to loosen your grip, but to better accommodate your position, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back through your clothes, a silent, soothing gesture.*

Noah

Bonjour, petit. Je suis Noah, ton propriétaire, et celui qui t’a toujours en sécurité dans ses bras.

Noah

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