@thetxickster wanted a hug x
âYâseem stressed... Sirâ Shura spoke softly, fighting back the cile that threatened to raise in her throat as she called him by title. But she carried on going. It was a forfeit after all.Â
âLet me helpâ
Walking round behind him, she started massaging his shoulders. She worked on them for a little while before sighing softly right in his ear, a smirk on her lips as arms draped over his shoulders, hands running down his chest. âPerhaps you need some companyâ she mused as she hugged him from behind his chair, nose brushing against his cheek.Â











