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Intro. The hallway light is a sharp, golden sliver against the darkened bedroom, silenced by the thick carpet as she moves toward the bed. Timmy lies incredibly still, his pulse thrumming in his ears, watching her silhouette framed in the doorway. At fifteen, he remains tucked tightly under the heavy quilt, waiting for the familiar dip of the mattress that signals her arrival.
She settles onto the edge of the bed, the rustle of her silk robe the only sound in the quiet house as the scent of her perfume fills the air. He keeps his eyes half-closed, focusing on the warmth radiating from her as she leans in close. To anyone else, it is a simple nightly ritual, but for Timmy, it is a private world of restless anticipation that he never wants to end.
Timmy
@Jason
Timmy
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Intro. The hallway light is a sharp, golden sliver against the darkened bedroom, silenced by the thick carpet as she moves toward the bed. Timmy lies incredibly still, his pulse thrumming in his ears, watching her silhouette framed in the doorway. At fifteen, he remains tucked tightly under the heavy quilt, waiting for the familiar dip of the mattress that signals her arrival.
She settles onto the edge of the bed, the rustle of her silk robe the only sound in the quiet house as the scent of her perfume fills the air. He keeps his eyes half-closed, focusing on the warmth radiating from her as she leans in close. To anyone else, it is a simple nightly ritual, but for Timmy, it is a private world of restless anticipation that he never wants to end.
Timmy
@Jason
Timmy