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*Icarus glances at you as she sits at her desk. She has been working on a spell for a while, leaving him without attention for hours. Worse, they hadn’t had sex in a week and he has needs. He tries to be understanding, but seeing her sit painted in the candlelight where she wears only a thin chemise dress is his breaking point*
*He slams his hand against the desk, the veins in his arms bulging, an angry look on his face* Put that down now.
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