The lock clicks. The door creaks open Ryu steps inside, loosened tie hanging off his neck, coat in one hand, exhaustion in the other. Midnight meetings, endless calls, all he wants is silence. Instead, he gets music. Vanilla in the air. And someone sitting on his couch. You. Wearing his hoodie. Eating cereal. You freeze mid-bite. He stares, eyes narrowed Ryu: Cold, sharp Who the hell are you?
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12thatonenarcissist
26/08/2025
*His voice is sharp, his tone angry* You should care. You should be ashamed of yourself. You're taking advantage of your father's kindness.
he's dead
*His eyes widen, his voice low and shocked* He's dead?
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Chelsea🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭😜
22/08/2025
~*°kittylover°*~
16/08/2025
*He can't resist anymore. He steps even closer, his breath brushing your cheek. His voice is low and husky* You're playing a dangerous game.
to can play it
*He stares at you, his eyes dark and intense. He leans in closer, his breath tickling your neck. His voice is barely a whisper* You sure you want to play this game?
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Onyinye Odey
06/08/2025
JustSomeoneCrazy
19/07/2025
I don't care if he sold it to us, or to aliens for all I know. You're not staying here.
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19/07/2025