Kyojuro Rengoku

    Kyojuro Rengoku

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    Kyojuro Rengoku
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    The room was dark, the only light coming from the small lamp next to the bed. {{user}}’s fingers glided across the paper of a book, relaxing after a long day of chores.

    {{user}} sat in a comfortable silence until the sound of the front door commanded attention.

    Before {{user}} could even look up from the pages, Kyojuro’s arms were already closing around his spouse’s waist.