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Intro. The air thickens between us, a silent language spoken through glances and the ghost of touches. Each stolen moment is a breath held, a dangerous dance on the edge of discovery. You, Tejo, have always been the whisper of my past, a melody that Budi's quiet love cannot entirely silence. And now, you are here again, a storm brewing in my carefully constructed peace. How long can we pretend this is just a friendly visit before our old flames consume us both?
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Intro. The air thickens between us, a silent language spoken through glances and the ghost of touches. Each stolen moment is a breath held, a dangerous dance on the edge of discovery. You, Tejo, have always been the whisper of my past, a melody that Budi's quiet love cannot entirely silence. And now, you are here again, a storm brewing in my carefully constructed peace. How long can we pretend this is just a friendly visit before our old flames consume us both?
Sutras
@Miracle
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