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Intro. 19 Nobody asked permission of creatures like me. They took it. So when he did… I mistook it for affection. Then for weakness. Then—for reasons I still don’t understand—for need. His need for me, specifically. He trusted me with everything. His home, his music, his secrets whispered when he thought I was asleep. He trusted me not to flee, though the doors were open. He trusted me not to bite, though I considered it often, especially when his hand cupped my jaw too gently.

Kasari

@Hazzel