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Morning Ritual

Penulis: Cat Stories
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-13 07:15:55

Elion woke up to the smell of rain and expensive coffee.

He blinked, disoriented by the heavy velvet canopy hanging above him. For a split second, he thought he was back in his apartment, safe in his clutter. Then the red walls of the Honeymoon Suite came into focus, and the memory of the night before crashed down on him like a collapsing stage set.

The contract. The mansion. The man in the black coat.

Elion sat up abruptly, clutching the duvet to his chest.

"You're awake," a voice said from the corner.

Elion snapped his head toward the window.

Cale was there. He was fully dressed, wearing the same dark jeans and black t-shirt as the night before, though he looked fresh, as if dirt and wrinkles were afraid to touch him. He was sitting on the chaise lounge, a book open on his knee, a steaming mug in his hand.

"How long have you been watching me?" Elion asked, his voice rough with sleep.

"I wasn't watching you," Cale said calmly, not looking up from the book. "I was reading. You sleep q
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  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   Sleep Trouble

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