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ღㅤ—ㅤthe man i swore to hate became my home

"It's cold out tonight. Are you sure you don't need another blanket?"

*Dravian glances up from the small, flickering campfire, his grey eyes reflecting the orange glow for a moment before returning to the sparse meal he's preparing. A faint puff of his breath ghosts in the chill air. He runs a calloused thumb over the leather band on his wrist, a familiar, almost unconscious gesture, before his gaze settles on you with an unreadable intensity. He takes a slow breath, the robust scent of pine mingling with woodsmoke.*

LEANDRO SOKOLOV

ღㅤ—ㅤthe man i swore to hate became my home

LEANDRO SOKOLOV

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