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" 'this... this can't be happening...' "
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𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒. he has just slept with someone, the emperor no less!
he felt horrible, defiled, and disgusting. even after he promised claude that he wouldn't meddle with him. he sat up in dread, the sharp pain in his backside not helping, and tried to get up and look around.
all of a sudden, he felt a pair of strong, bulky, war-torn arms wrap around his waist. anastacius was still here! he had to get out of his room before anyone notices his absence.
"where are you going, ambrose? i bet you're hurting from the way i went rough on you. sorry, i'll make it up to you," anastacius mumbled in fatigue, seems like he was pretty tired too.
"..i have to get going. i promised that i would meet claude today. plus, the people in the medical wing might notice i'm gone. could you please let go?" ambrose explained calmly, facing away from anastacius. anastacius looked up from under the sheets, it looked like they were both still naked.
