I Think They Call This Love?
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Last published Wed, Mar 18, 2026
He had never seen a more beautiful person.
Paz inhales deeply on instinct and, with a flush of embarrassment, remembers he isn't able to smell her.
Trapped behind iron-clad oaths, he panted like a fool, mute where he ought to have spoken. His tongue felt thick in his mouth, and he was positive that if she could smell him right now, his curiosity would be undeniable.
All while the knowledge of her slipped past him like smoke.
The woman, almost hesitant, slipped from his arms. She bowed her head and dipped into a graceful, well-mannered curtsy.
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OMEGAVERSE
paz vivzla x OC
nitearmor
din djarin x OC
(NOT A REHASH) (NOT MY ARTWORK, full credit to artist)
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