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Prologue
He would touch her if he could. Skim those ivory features that seemed so delicate they would shatter under the smallest touch, run his palms over supple skin he had breathed in so many times, curl his fingers over her delicious hair. But if he did, he would be upsetting a delicate balance, this dominance, this spell he held over her for such small and fleeting moments would be broken. Her back would arch, lips pull back into a wry smile, eyes roam over his own face as it had a hundred times before, and he would be hers all over again. And she knew how much he wanted to be the one who possessed her, oh yes, she knew it very well, and yet from the moment she had touched him, continued to tease him with her very consciousness until even now, in her beautiful slumber, she could command him to stay at her side forever. And he would.
Temptation however, doesn't curl around one's lips for not good reason. It tastes like lies, deceit, betrayal, and yet it still manages to balance on the tip of the tongue, a sweet reward for those who are willing to accept the consequences. And despite his past unspoken resolves to never been broken, from the moment she walked into this monochrome world of his, Kyouya had been hers. It was an unspoken agreement, this control she had him under, and something, Kyouya, being himself, would never admit to.
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In case someone hasn't read the summary, this is not a Kyouya x Haruhi story. Please tell me if you want me to continue this. I have a good idea of where this story is going to go, but I need to know if it will be read. Or else, I'm just not going to bother. So please tell me whether I should continue.
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