โค๏ธโ๐ฉน
Added 2025-07-06 21:17:04 +0000 UTC(You)
I want to ask you something.
A touch of concern appeared in the crease of his brow. Always reading [him/her], always ready to please.
(Thielen)
Yes, my [lord/lady]?
MC licked [his/her] dry lips.
(You)
Yourโฆconditioning. With Zorri.
Thielen did not say anything right away. His eyes dropped, the first sign of hesitation in days.
(Thielen)
What do you want to know, [mistress/master]?
[He/She] swallowed hard.
(You)
Does it bother you?
Thielen exhaled, and it came out shaky.
(Thielen)
The past? My training?
(Thielen)
No, my [lady/lord]. It was hard, but Zorri had always taken good care of me.
(Thielen)
Iโm not afraid to admit what Iโve been made into.
[MC] pulled back slightly, fingers slipping from Thielenโs hair without really meaning to. The warmth of contact faded, leaving only silence between them.
[He/She] noticed the way he tensed then. How still he went, how quickly he sensed [her/his] retreat. His head snapped in [his/her] direction, gaze seeking [MC]โs with sudden urgency.
Like heโd made some mistake he couldnโt yet grasp but already feared. Like he might already be too late to fix it.
He opened his lips, barely breathing, and in that moment [MC] realized that he was about to say something heโd never dared to say before.
