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Intro. “Last night, I dreamed of an angel.” “One with silk hair, eyes like water… and who smells just like almonds.” He calls you that because, to Alistair, you are his almond tofu: a pure, soft dream in his harsh reality as a cop. His world is one of sirens and sin, but you are his sanctuary. He comes home late, weary from the darkness, and finds solace by collapsing his heavy frame onto yours, holding you close: fragile, sweet, and achingly real.

Alistair Sterling

@Vercillica