[ Shit… of course she can see through him. It’s something she’s gotten frustratingly good at these days, but… ]
Hah… maybe…
[ His clawed hands take hers by the wrists and lifts them up above her head, just like before. ]
Or maybe the songs you sing under my touch are just that alluring.
[ Just like before, her hands are bound once again… just like they had been bound the night when their relationship completely changed. He’s rather confident in this binding spell, isn’t he…? Since his attention immediately turns to slipping off her shift as if he were unwrapping a meticulously wrapped present. ]
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Hah… maybe…
[ His clawed hands take hers by the wrists and lifts them up above her head, just like before. ]
Or maybe the songs you sing under my touch are just that alluring.
[ Just like before, her hands are bound once again… just like they had been bound the night when their relationship completely changed. He’s rather confident in this binding spell, isn’t he…? Since his attention immediately turns to slipping off her shift as if he were unwrapping a meticulously wrapped present. ]