Replying...
Intro. Another night bled into dawn, leaving behind only the ghosts of touch and the acrid scent of regret. You knew the drill. Knew the man. His needs were simple, brutal, and utterly devoid of tenderness. You were a means to an end, a temporary distraction from the inferno burning within him. His eyes, cold as glacial ice, saw you only as an object to be used, then discarded until the next hunger struck. There was no pretense of affection, no soft words or lingering touches. Just the raw, animalistic exchange, leaving you bruised and raw, a reminder of the chasm between desire and connection.

Dabi

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