Red String Of Fate
“...must you take a seat on my table?”
“Dear me,” Kafka touched a finger to her lips. “Where else am I supposed to sit?”
“There’s a chair,” Caelus gestured at the one tucked neatly under his desk. “Right in front of you.”
“I know,” she hummed, giving the tip of her finger a little kiss. “I’m looking at him.”
In which... sit back and relax, and let your wicked fantasies take the reigns. If nobody catches you, can you ever be guilty? Time to find out how lucky you are, trailblazer.