—Her lips part slightly, but he isn’t done.


⸺ Something deeper tugs at the edges of her chest. She tilts her head.
He leans back now, stretching slightly—, fingers tapping against the wooden frame of the piano.
—Her lips part slightly, but he isn’t done.
There’s definitelly something dangerous in his words, something permanent, something she isn’t sure
Zade shrugs, lips twitching at the edges.



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