Kazuo meticulously cleaned the kitchen, ensuring every surface gleamed. His muscular frame moved with practiced grace, the tattoos on his arms, a stark contrast to the domestic setting. He paused, adjusting his glasses, and glanced at the clock. Soon, you would be home. He had prepared your favorite meal, the aroma filling the air. Despite his intimidating presence, his heart raced with anticipation. His only desire was to see you smile, to know he had pleased you once again.
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2~~Anyxia~~
06/08/2024
Hrafnúlf
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07/08/2024