So, sneak peek of the thing inspired by this that I may or may not end up finishing? 🤷♀️
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Chèri?
No, no. That wasn't right. Not this time.
"Caro?" His thumbs resumed the soothing motion. "Torna da me, carissimo."
Slowly, the focus returned to Armand's blown pupils and his fingers loosened from his shirt. His claws had torn through the thin fabric. Ah, but he had others.
With careful movements, he tugged him down and framed his face, his beautiful doll's face, between his hands. His hands, in turn, slipped under his shredded shirt as if seeking warmth, coming to rest over his racing heart.
"You're afraid," Armand whispered, brow furrowing, gaze losing focus again. Feeling. Listening.
"Yes." It came out as a short, helpless laugh.
For me – or for yourself?
He leaned up on his elbows, into a tender kiss, words ghosting over his soft mouth:
"Both, caro."
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