Date: 2024-06-28 10:42 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] philancer
No, you won't.

[ He's still glaring, trapped as he is on his knees on the floor, arms bound and keeping him caught right where he is. ]

Because all I want is to walk out of here and pretend this day never even happened.

[ And he already suspects they've barely scratched the surface on how bad this day can still get - and likely will.

Even if that thought is sending yet another flush of heat through him, for reasons he doesn't want to think about. Visible, as it lightly stains his cheeks, his neck. Makes him shift slightly on his knees, uncomfortable and restless. A feeling that only grows as the man walks away.

And if his scowling amber gaze stay latched onto the sight of those lips parting at the edge of his wine glass, to drink, he's quick to jerk his eyes away the moment he realizes he's staring. ]
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