You know I don't trust anybody. He licked his bloody lips, and the only thought I had from him was good. It was Richard Zeeman, local Ulfric, Wolf-King, ex-fiancé, and in the wrong place at the worst time. It doesn't look that different from many of the rest of the bars and clubs in the area, so why is it a gentlem
I could feel that he wanted to, but his fears held him closer than any lover's arms ever would. Nothing to apologize for, duckie. I took his hand, partly to reassure him, and partly because he was close enough to touch. One moment, monster, the next, Damian.
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