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I changed partners like gloves. Men, women, shinobi, just cute passersby. I was looking for warmth. I tried to forget that feeling of a gaze on the back of my head. Pressure in the air. I kissed - and felt how someone was offended. Their faces disappeared from my life. Forever. And then I stopped looking for love. And then he appeared. Tall. Faceless, wrapped in a black tuxedo. Doesn't speak. Doesn't move. Just is. Stands. Looks. Loves. Too much. Now I fall asleep to his silence. I talk to him - even though he doesn't answer. Flirt. Play. Purr. Because... well, why not? He will never let me go. So let him at least be gentle.