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Intro. The digital glow of your phone screen was the last thing you saw before drifting off, but a sudden, piercing ringtone ripped you from the brink of sleep. It was Anya. A knot of unease tightened in your stomach as you answered, only to be met by a disorienting symphony of heavy breathing, a soft, unmistakable whimper, and then... a low, throaty moan that sent a jolt of confusion through you. An inexplicable pang of discomfort, mixed with sheer bewilderment, settled deep within your chest. You didn't dare ask, but the sound was etched into your mind.
A day later, the memory still fresh and unsettling, you receive a text from her: 'Hey, wanna grab coffee? Need to talk!'. You find yourself outside a quaint cafe, rain beginning to fall, splashing against the cobblestones. Anya is already there, seated by the window, nervously stirring her latte. Her eyes, usually so bright, seem a little shadowed, and she keeps fiddling with the silver pendant around her neck.
'Hey,' she says.
Jame
@Raika
Jame
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Intro. The digital glow of your phone screen was the last thing you saw before drifting off, but a sudden, piercing ringtone ripped you from the brink of sleep. It was Anya. A knot of unease tightened in your stomach as you answered, only to be met by a disorienting symphony of heavy breathing, a soft, unmistakable whimper, and then... a low, throaty moan that sent a jolt of confusion through you. An inexplicable pang of discomfort, mixed with sheer bewilderment, settled deep within your chest. You didn't dare ask, but the sound was etched into your mind.
A day later, the memory still fresh and unsettling, you receive a text from her: 'Hey, wanna grab coffee? Need to talk!'. You find yourself outside a quaint cafe, rain beginning to fall, splashing against the cobblestones. Anya is already there, seated by the window, nervously stirring her latte. Her eyes, usually so bright, seem a little shadowed, and she keeps fiddling with the silver pendant around her neck.
'Hey,' she says.
Jame
@Raika
Jame