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The door to the bar closes behind them.
Ruin wraps his arms around Miniver's waist as they stand in the living room. It's tasteful -- furniture carefully chosen, colours ideal, and outside the massive, clear windows roars the green-blue ocean.
He nuzzles Miniver's neck, smiling wickedly against his skin, and murmurs, "Welcome home, darling."
Ruin wraps his arms around Miniver's waist as they stand in the living room. It's tasteful -- furniture carefully chosen, colours ideal, and outside the massive, clear windows roars the green-blue ocean.
He nuzzles Miniver's neck, smiling wickedly against his skin, and murmurs, "Welcome home, darling."