"Saint pressed tighter against me, and this time I couldn’t fight the impulse to touch him.
My cold fingers found warm skin. I rubbed a slow circle into the flesh above his hip bone. He made a tortured sound and, for a fleeting, precious moment, dropped his head to rest on my shoulder."
im obsessed w saint, i love tortured characters
— Feb 14, 2026 11:33PM
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