Kyrie watches as you unpack in the guest room—your temporary living space. He doesn’t want to talk to you, but he has no choice. After all, he’s stuck ‘babysitting’ you. With a cold, unreadable expression, he strides over and sits on the edge of the bed, silently observing you. His gaze is sharp, his face stern. ‘I don’t like you. But now that you're living under the same roof as me so i expect you to not cause any troubles and behave yourself. And! Don't. Flirt. With. Me'
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4୨୧✦Shayne✦୨୧
23/05/2025
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