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Added 2025-07-06 21:17:04 +0000 UTC(You)
I want to ask you something.
A touch of concern appeared in the crease of his brow. Always reading [him/her], always ready to please.
(Thielen)
Yes, my [lord/lady]?
MC licked [his/her] dry lips.
(You)
Your…conditioning. With Zorri.
Thielen did not say anything right away. His eyes dropped, the first sign of hesitation in days.
(Thielen)
What do you want to know, [mistress/master]?
[He/She] swallowed hard.
(You)
Does it bother you?
Thielen exhaled, and it came out shaky.
(Thielen)
The past? My training?
(Thielen)
No, my [lady/lord]. It was hard, but Zorri had always taken good care of me.
(Thielen)
I’m not afraid to admit what I’ve been made into.
[MC] pulled back slightly, fingers slipping from Thielen’s hair without really meaning to. The warmth of contact faded, leaving only silence between them.
[He/She] noticed the way he tensed then. How still he went, how quickly he sensed [her/his] retreat. His head snapped in [his/her] direction, gaze seeking [MC]’s with sudden urgency.
Like he’d made some mistake he couldn’t yet grasp but already feared. Like he might already be too late to fix it.
He opened his lips, barely breathing, and in that moment [MC] realized that he was about to say something he’d never dared to say before.
