"𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦," softly uttered the doctor.
The diagnosis is clear; Alessia had lost the ability to utter a single word for nearly a month. Her parents, initially unconcerned, grew tense upon hearing the news, overcome by a blend of emotions that the...
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CW : 🍋 (sexual content)
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A slow breath, as peaceful as close welcomes me as I wake up.
My eyelids crease and the ceiling takes shape behind my retinas, the wooden beams following one another in a smooth-looking surface.
We're in a chalet.
Beside me, Law seems to be sleeping deeply, his head resting against my shoulder as his hair tickles my chin.
His heartbeat, as well as his breathing, lead me to believe he's awake, but he hasn't moved yet. As for me, I still struggle to emerge, but his arm, resting at the corner of my chest, and his fingers drawing an imaginary figure on the side of my armpit, silently urge me to do so.
I take a deeper breath, and Law's scent wafts into my nostrils, seemingly perfuming up to my mind.
I don't think I have a clear mind because I feel completely naked, right next to him.
