The Harbinger paused, his hand retreating as his ungloved one trailed against his own chin. He appeared to be thinking over something he already knew the answer to. “We both want something we can’t have,” he finally hummed, his smirk curling slowly across those boyish lips. “Isn’t that a good reason to have a little fun while we can?”
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because even though he can’t breathe like this, he feels deliciously small and simultaneously worthless and priceless. The dichotomy of
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