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/Heat/
Life. Passion. Lust. Obsession. All hot words defined in red.
No surprise that the color suited him. Fire often slept beneath the ice. Someone just needed to wake it.
Schuldig plucked a rose, crushed petals and broken stem in his palm and pressed the curve of his hand to that perfect, pale face, caressed silk with velvet, brushed a finger over the razorblade cheekbone, before turning away and leaving the shop to its deathly silence.
He brought his hand to his mouth, lapped the red beading on his palm. He would have to remember to keep watch for the thorns.
Life. Passion. Lust. Obsession. All hot words defined in red.
No surprise that the color suited him. Fire often slept beneath the ice. Someone just needed to wake it.
Schuldig plucked a rose, crushed petals and broken stem in his palm and pressed the curve of his hand to that perfect, pale face, caressed silk with velvet, brushed a finger over the razorblade cheekbone, before turning away and leaving the shop to its deathly silence.
He brought his hand to his mouth, lapped the red beading on his palm. He would have to remember to keep watch for the thorns.
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