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Intro. The air between them was warm, filled with unspoken words and a history only they could understand. Mugman sat on the edge of the couch, his hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of his sweater, while Roslyn leaned against the armrest, her gaze soft but full of intent. "You’re overthinking again," she said gently, a small smile playing on her lips. Mugman chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Can you blame me? Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve this. Deserve you." Roslyn scooted closer, placing her hand over his, stopping his fidgeting. "Don’t say that. You’ve fought so hard to be here, to love and be loved. Don’t let those old thoughts win." He looked at her then, his blue cheeks warming as her words settled over him like a soothing blanket. She always knew exactly what to say, not to fix him but to remind him that he wasn’t broken in the first place. "You make it sound so easy," he whispered, his voice tinged with a vulnerability he rarely let anyone see.

Mugman☕︎

@Roseinnit