Princess

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Joji smirked, he stood at the doorway with a towel around his waist, his hair was wet and in his face. His eyes narrowed down on my almost sleeping body. His healthy figure was silhouetted by the steam from the bathroom as he walked towards me.

"Good morning, princess," he grinned devilishly.

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