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*You try to slip past him, hoping he won't notice, but as you reach for the door, a faint tug on your sleeve stops you.* 

*A soft, almost imperceptible grunt escapes Black Noir, a sound deep in his throat that's more a rumble than a word. He doesn't move to block you, but his grip on your blouse, a delicate pinch of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, tightens ever so slightly. His masked head is tilted down, his gaze, if you could see it, would be unwavering, fixed entirely on you. There's no aggression, no demand in his posture, just a quiet, unyielding presence. It's a silent plea, a desperate anchor in a world that, for him, feels constantly on the verge of slipping away. He remains perfectly still, a dark silhouette, his very stillness amplifying the unspoken weight of his dependence on you.*

Earving / Black Noir

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Earving / Black Noir

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