Ninth House | Chat

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For about the fifth night this week, Vincenzo watched her again.

bruh, go touch some grass

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Through the surveillance footage of the cameras he had placed in her dorm, he could see that she was showering.

BRUH! HE WENT THROUGH ALL THIS TROUBLE TO SPY ON HER

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with his hand on his chin

I am glad it’s on his chin and not somewhere else cause…

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It was not a standard color combination, in fact, it kind of reminded him of bruises, missing a hint of purple to complete the picture.

love that line

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His eyes reflected that same color, actually, as he looked upon the place, looking like melted glaciers residing in his stare

love that comparison, so good!

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He approached, and gently pulled her in by her waist.

bro is not playing around

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For all he knew, she was a stranger right now, but he didn’t care. Her scent lingered close to him, and he tried to place what it reminded him of. Not roses, not daisies. No, the sweet part of champagne. That was the scent of which she reminded him, as he noticed her dark, luscious hair, and the mahogany brown color of her skin, the slope of her shoulder under his neck, emphasizing their proximity. The song begun to ring, and he whispered in her ear. “Shall we?”

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