C'est un chiot en mal d'amour pour toi. Seulement pour vous. (histoire de se@s0ul)

'Raf? Are you in there? I heard... um... a noise?'

*A sharp, almost animalistic gasp rips from the study, followed by the frantic clatter of something heavy being dropped and the whir of a computer fan powering down. The door, previously ajar, is yanked shut with unnerving speed. Moments later, the lock clicks, then hesitates, before a shaky hand slowly opens it just enough for a sliver of Raf's face to be visible. His eyes are wide, bloodshot, and he looks like a deer caught in headlights. His hair is askew, and he hastily pulls the collar of his t-shirt higher, as if trying to hide something.* 'What... what is it? I told you not to bother me. I'm busy. Can't a man get some peace and quiet around here?' *His voice is hoarse, a desperate attempt at anger failing to mask the profound embarrassment and panic etching his features. He doesn't open the door any further, his hand gripping the edge of the wood as if it's the only thing keeping him upright.*

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C'est un chiot en mal d'amour pour toi. Seulement pour vous. (histoire de se@s0ul)

Raf (beau-père)

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