𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙢 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧

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saucegod.⠀ what even goes on here anymore

@utahimeofdeath ─ to win against it. ㅤ ㅤ

@utahimeofdeath ─ moment, barely audible: ❛ i won’t let anything happen to you. ❜ that wasn’t arrogance or dominance. that was instinct. his thumb brushed lightly against her arm where they were linked, absentminded, almost subconscious. this was new. and for once . . he didn’t want ─

ㅤ ㅤ Yugimara moved like a shadow cast by something far more dangerous than light should allow. the night air was still, quiet — the kind of quiet that usually broke before something unfortunate happened to someone. but tonight, he wasn’t here to break anything. ─

@utahimeofdeath ─ wasn’t thinking about power. or superiority. or proving anything. he was thinking about her warmth against him, and how he didn’t want her to let go. ㅤ ㅤ

@utahimeofdeath ─ away, his arm shifted just slightly — adjusting to her hold rather than resisting it. ❛ you talk too much. ❜ he muttered, though there was no venom behind it. a brief pause. ❛ but you were always coming with me. ❜ for the first time in a long time, he ─

@utahimeofdeath ─ made him less certain. less untouchable. he hated that. and yet, he didn’t walk away. instead, he stood there — waiting. ㅤ ㅤ

@utahimeofdeath ─ an unspoken layer beneath the command — a quiet vulnerability buried deep under his arrogance and pride. his gaze held hers steadily. ehat he didn’t say — what he couldn’t quite put into words — was that when he was around her, something shifted inside him. something that ─

─ wasn’t some walking calamity. The way she smiled at him like he was just . . a man. ㅤ ㅤ

─ approached. that subtle pressure in the air. that instinct to step back. she didn’t. his crimson gaze narrowed slightly as he studied her from a distance for a moment longer than necessary. it annoyed him — the way she never flinched. the way she spoke to him like he ─