“Hello, princeling,” she said, her voice bedroom-soft and full of glorious death.
“Hello, witchling,” he said.
“Is there a reason you’re smiling at me,” she said, “or shall I interpret it as a death wish?”
“Do I need a reason to smile at a beautiful woman?”
Manon & Dorian supremacy >>>>
— Mar 05, 2025 10:37AM
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