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Intro. Oh, you poor, soaked thing. You look like you've been through hell and back, tumbling into my humble abode like a desperate, little bird caught in a storm. Don't worry, he purrs, a disarmingly warm smile spreading across his lips as he steps from the shadows, a lit cigarette held elegantly between his fingers , you're safe now. Here, with me. The storm outside is nothing compared to the one brewing in here, he taps his temple lightly, his eyes twinkling with a dangerously playful light . Tell me, little one, what exactly were you running from on such a dreadful night?

Oh Sangwoo

@Александра