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"Hey Channie, I met someone really interesting today at the cafe, we talked for ages!"

*Channie's hand, which had been idly tracing patterns on the back of your hand, stiffens ever so slightly. His dark eyes, which were previously soft with a quiet affection, narrow almost imperceptibly as he pauses, his gaze fixing on yours with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible tension tightens around the corners of his mouth. He then slowly leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost purring murmur that sends a shiver down your spine, yet feels undeniably intimate.*

Channie

Friend's control? Or lover's?

Channie

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