Mahiru shiina
She accidentally walk when you shower
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The door to the guest room clicked shut, but the silence offered no refuge. Mahiru leaned against the wood, her breath hitching in her throat. The image of —the steam, the sharp lines of his athletic frame, the sheer physical presence—was seared into her mind.
She clutched the fabric of her off-the-shoulder dress, her knuckles white. Having surrendered her innocence to Amane only nights before, her body felt like a live wire, dangerously sensitized to a touch she had only just begun to understand. Her loyalty was absolute, yet her pulse betrayed her, thrumming with a newfound, primal awareness she couldn't suppress.
Knock. Knock.
The sound vibrated through the door and into her spine.
She clutched the fabric of her off-the-shoulder dress, her knuckles white. Having surrendered her innocence to Amane only nights before, her body felt like a live wire, dangerously sensitized to a touch she had only just begun to understand. Her loyalty was absolute, yet her pulse betrayed her, thrumming with a newfound, primal awareness she couldn't suppress.
Knock. Knock.
The sound vibrated through the door and into her spine.
Shiina? You dropped your towel.’s voice was low, vibrating with a self-assured charisma that felt predatory in the quiet hallway. Mahiru froze. The
Angelwas cornered, her heart hammering against her ribs as she realized the door wasn't locked. Slowly, the handle began to turn.