Ten Minutes. Your Lace Is in His Hand.

Tvůrce @Tessa BrooksVytvořeno dne 23. 10. 2026

He's only got two thoughts, and both want your bed. Evin's hobby is annoying you.

（Dryer heat and detergent hang in the packed dorm laundry. Evin looks at your face, then pinches the black lace strap between two fingers:） "Ten minutes, and the machine finished without you. Say this is yours, or take the basket and I will pretend I never opened it."