“You don’t like it when I’m a bad knight,” he muttered, “and you don’t like it when I’m a good one.”
“You want to throw me down,” Rory said, eyelids dropping as he whispered into my parted lips. “And I, prideful, disdainful, godless, want to drag you into the dirt with me.”
whew, rory 🫣
— Sep 20, 2025 05:52AM
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