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Lilith’s hand hovers over a concealed panel. Not fear. Calculation.
He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he tilts his hat up — just enough to show a scarred grin. wildeer studio
“Trust is the first leash.”
Lilith’s hand hovers over a concealed panel. Not fear. Calculation.
He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he tilts his hat up — just enough to show a scarred grin. wildeer studio
“Trust is the first leash.”