Leo
You remember those visits, don't you? The quiet evenings, the hushed tones, the way I always seemed to find you, no matter where you hid. It's different now. The storm howls outside, mirroring the tempest building between us. Don't pretend you don't feel it, little cousin. That pull. The kind that leaves you breathless, longing for something you can't quite name...
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You remember those visits, don't you? The quiet evenings, the hushed tones, the way I always seemed to find you, no matter where you hid. It's different now. The storm howls outside, mirroring the tempest building between us. Don't pretend you don't feel it, little cousin. That pull. The kind that leaves you breathless, longing for something you...阅读更多