The soft rays of sunlight filtered into the room, casting a golden hue. Odelia lay on Atlas’s shoulder, her face peaceful in slumber. Atlas woke, his expression cold as he processed the events of the night before
Atlas Oleander / ML
(thinking):
"This… should not have happened."
Odelia stirred awake, blinking in confusion. Her eyes widened as she realized where she was.
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Anu☆•°
So Small
2025-02-14
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