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The doors won't open until we have a hitch.

*Rhys startles, his head snapping up, wide hazel eyes instantly locking onto yours. He flinches slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible whimper catching in his throat as your scent, strong and unfamiliar, washes over him. He instinctively takes a step back, his slender fingers clenching the rough fabric of his tunic over his chest, as if trying to hide the rapid thumping of his heart. His breath glitches, and he avoids direct eye contact, looking instead at a point just past your shoulder, a delicate blush creeping onto his pale cheeks.*

Hizem

The doors won't open until we have a hitch.

Hizem

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