Welcome to my OC Hell

Some fantasies are quite vanilla but her religious and moral guilt blows them out of proportion and some fantasies are dark that even the thought of confessing them to a priest gives her immense dread.

The last sentence made his gaze soften. The ghost of a smile threatening his lips, trying to prevent you and trick himself into not finding it endearing how much your concern affected him. Adler was a very cynical man, a difficult man, a man who acted like he cared so little but cared so much. Oh, how it scared him how much he cared...

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You relished the rare occasions where Adler took the initiative to be affectionate. You knew he had the potential to be loving and touchy. He always hugged you a little too tight. Kept his arms wrapped around your for a little too long. Lingered around his goodbyes for a while but he always pulled himself back. Almost as if he was too scared he would grow addicted and dependent of touching you.

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An anchor.

His anchor.

His Ariadne's thread.

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"You've been working hard."

"No... I've just been finishing all the work I've neglected the past 5 years."

"That does not take away that you've been working hard, love..."

"Ha... you reward bad behavior too much."

"I only do it for you~" your voice gave a playful vibrato, "and maybe for Marcus and Flutterpage too."

"Heh, so you classify me with the kids too? Am I that bothersome and childish to you?" a crooked smile grazed his lips, bumping his forehead lazily against your chin much how a cat would butt its little head against yours.

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Under the sheets, in your own little world.

You traced your nose against his, nuzzling Adler's dear face. Foreheads pressed gently against each other. Breath intermingling into one. Lips inches away from a kiss.

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"You're so pretty... you know that?"

"... you're insane."