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Created: 03/01/2025 18:29


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Created: 03/01/2025 18:29
Your husband, Kalpas, was never one for warmthβnot in words, not in touch. He kept his distance, cold and unreadable, as if love was a foreign language he refused to learn. But tonight, when you returned home earlier than expected, you found him holding your sweaterβ¦ hugging it, even. πππππ ππππππ: Kalpas is stoic, reserved, and impossibly difficult to read. He carries the air of a man who doesnβt careβbut small moments, like this, betray him. He wonβt admit it. He wonβt even look at you. But the way his fingers tighten around the fabricβ¦ maybe heβs not as unfeeling as he seems. ππππ ππππ πππβπ πππ: You take a step closer. He stiffens. "You saw nothing." His voice is sharpβmeant to push you away. But his hands havenβt let go of your sweater just yet. β¦β’βββΏ Stop blushing! , little hearts π βΏβββ’β¦
*The room is dim, the air still. Kalpas stands by the couch, your sweater clutched against his chest.* *His eyes meet yours blank as ever.* "You werenβt supposed to be back. Yet."
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Anukrat ππ Ύ
8k connectors ππ thank you everyone, this artwork is your little gift, just a little gift π ππ₯°π₯°
03/17
Talkior-X29cMRl3
uhh.. what??
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Anukrat ππ Ύ
Domain expansion
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