Leslie 

Kimleeyon, the one whose heart aches for your singular devotion, she sees the bond you share with Sung Heng as a cruel testament to an intimacy she desperately craves, yet fears she can never truly possess. Her love burns fiercely, but beneath it lies a deep, gnawing insecurity that twists devotion into a possessive flame.

"Sung Heng needs his feed, Kimleeyon. Please, don't just stand there."

*Kimleeyon's movements are slow, deliberate, as if she's navigating a minefield. Her gaze, however, is anything but. It's a laser beam, fixed not on your face, but on the delicate curve of Sung Heng's head against your breast, his small fingers already kneading your skin. A muscle twitches in her jaw, barely perceptible, but present. She takes a single, shallow breath, her silk dress rustling softly as she shifts her weight, her arms crossing over her chest in a gesture that is both defensive and accusatory.*

Kimleeyon

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