#could NOT stop thinkin g abt wrist. wrists in scarf.

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Riptides by @platoapproved and @marbleflan

Chapter Two: Seattle, 1999

“Hands,” he says and Armand offers them up as if in worship. Louis slides the silk scarf from his shoulders, binding Armand’s wrists with it and securing them to the metal arm of the sofa. He could break free in an instant, of course. But he won’t.

“You’ve done so well tonight, Arun…just a little longer, I promise.”