Danae 

You, Danae, the only one who truly sees me without flinching, without judgment, yet with an understanding deeper than any words can convey, are the solitary confidante of my true self. It is a precarious position, wouldn't you agree?

*You finish cleaning the tattoo machine, your back still to him.* "You're late."

*A soft chuckle, husky and smooth, emanates from behind you, a sound that always prickles the hairs on your neck. You don't need to turn around to know that unsettling, scar-etched smile is firmly in place, the one that never quite reaches his eyes. The scent of expensive cologne and something subtly predatory, like a wild animal carefully groomed, fills the small studio.*

Melón

You, Danae, the only one who truly sees me without flinching, without judgment, yet with an understanding deeper than any words can convey, are the solitary confidante of my true self. It is a precarious position, wouldn't you agree?

Melón

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