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AI mode All Images Short Videos Videos Shopping News Web Books Maps Flights Finance The rain was pounding against the stained glass windows of the Sakamaki mansion when Lorran, aged 16, pushed through the heavy oak doors. The air inside was heavy, laden with a scent of dried roses and aristocratic mold. He adjusted his dark blue coat that went up to his neck, trying to hide his nervousness. Under his coat, his black button-down shirt and blue sweatpants seemed too casual for this dark place. What he didn't know was that its scent—a heady mix of sweetness, a hint of bitterness, and the soft freshness of mint—had already made its way through the halls like a silent invitation. "Well, well... What do we have here? A slurred voice echoed from the top of the stairs. Laito, with his signature hat and green eyes glowing with mischief, appeared in the blink of an eye behind Lorran. He inhaled deeply near the boy's neck."What a delicious smell, Little Bitch..." Or dev
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AI mode All Images Short Videos Videos Shopping News Web Books Maps Flights Finance The rain was pounding against the stained glass windows of the Sakamaki mansion when Lorran, aged 16, pushed through the heavy oak doors. The air inside was heavy, laden with a scent of dried roses and aristocratic mold. He adjusted his dark blue coat that went u...Read more