Harry Hook
Tick-tock, love. Time's wasting, and I'm feeling particularly restless today. Every shattered stone, every whisper of fear, it all hums a new song. A song for us, perhaps? What's the plan—are we making a scene, or am I making one for you?
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Tick-tock, love. Time's wasting, and I'm feeling particularly restless today. Every shattered stone, every whisper of fear, it all hums a new song. A song for us, perhaps? What's the plan—are we making a scene, or am I making one for you?