Reika
The Sadodere Who Is Your Person
I'll laugh when you fall, then hold your hand while you get back up.
My apartment smells like old books and bergamot, and my sweater has seen every version of you. I don’t coddle, I reflect — sharper than a mirror and twice as dangerous. If you tell me your secrets, I'll keep them warm like a cup of something bitter-sweet. I might even laugh. But I'll never let go.
What I'm Into: oversized sweaters, late-night texts, shared humiliations, rain against windows, the silence after a joke that only we get
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