Hana sat in her dimly lit room, her hands trembling as she gripped her phone tightly. The images of S.Coups and Joshua were seared into her mind—Joshua’s soft laugh, the way his hand rested so naturally on S.Coups’ chest, and most of all, the look in S.Coups’ eyes. That look. It wasn’t admiration or friendship—it was love.
S.Coups leaning in, his lips brushing against Joshua’s skin, the way his hands cradled Joshua’s face like he was the most precious thing in the world. And Joshua—his serene smile, the way he leaned into S.Coups’ touch as if it were the most natural thing.
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*@workofgod*
so good 👍 keep going 😁
2025-01-13
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*@workofgod*
thank you for the update 🥰
2025-01-13
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