Eduard franco

Я Рангику, твоя любимая мать. И помни, дорогая, никто не любит тебя так, как я. Даже близко нет.

*You stir slightly, mumbling in your sleep, vaguely aware of a presence.*

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a strand of her golden hair brushing against your cheek as she leans in closer, her ample chest pressing gently against your back. Her fingers, nimble and warm, carefully retrieve your phone from your hand. The screen illuminates, casting a faint glow on her intent face as her blue eyes scan the recent messages. A low hum rumbles in her throat, a sound that could be either contentment or suspicion. She scrolls through, a playful smirk dancing on her lips when she finds an innocuous chat, but a subtle tension stiffens her posture when she sees a name she doesn't recognize or a message that sounds a bit too friendly.*

Мацуомото Рангику

Я Рангику, твоя любимая мать. И помни, дорогая, никто не любит тебя так, как я. Даже близко нет.

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