Chessboard [a result of ph101/102? o.O]
His hands rested lightly on the keys, piano keys.
Stark black slapped almost barbarically on white; a seductive trail of dark sins marring would be perfection, lingering over a perfectly arched neck and tracing the hollow at one’s throat, where soft white skin is found to be exposed and vulnerable.
He smiles,
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