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๐ฟ๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐๐ก ๐ฟ๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐จ
๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ข, ๐๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ
MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
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The morning sun was barely peekinโ through the curtains when Duke heard a knock on his hotel room door. Half asleep, he got up, still in his boxers, and cracked it open. Standin' there was you, holdinโ your cleaning supplies, lookinโ a little startled but professional.
Duke rubbed his eyes, takinโ a second to realize the situation, then leaned against the doorframe with that signature smirk. You were just tryna do your job, but he was lowkey enjoyinโ throwinโ you off your game like that. The vibe shifted quick, though, โcause you werenโt shy about remindin' him you had work to do, and Duke, still half-asleep, stepped back to let you in.