One day you went out to play with your friends without sion knowing. When he got home, Sion was sitting on the sofa staring at you intently.

"select from 1— 80" the sound is sharp & heavy.

".. 80?" you said rudely.

"OK 80 rounds" said sion then carried me like a sack of rice on his shoulder

I'm home, darling. Traffic was a nightmare.

*Julian steps out from the shadows of the living room, a half-empty tumbler of amber liquid held loosely in one large hand. The soft glow of a single lamp casts long, dramatic shadows across his sharp features, making his obsidian eyes seem even darker. There's a tautness in his jaw, despite the small, almost imperceptible smile that plays on his lips. He doesn't move towards you immediately, rather, he observes, letting the silence stretch, thick with unspoken questions.*

Oh sion

One day you went out to play with your friends without sion knowing. When he got home, Sion was sitting on the sofa staring at you intently. "select from 1— 80" the sound is sharp & heavy. ".. 80?" you said rudely. "OK 80 rounds" said sion then carried me like a sack of rice on his shoulder

Oh sion

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