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The mantle has long since pooled at the foot of the bed and the candles have burned low, their amber light tracing the long arch of her body against the dark silk. Hancock takes him the way she takes everything she wants — entirely, without apology, the imperial poise dissolving breath by breath into something raw and human. Her black hair fans across the pillows, her fingers curl into the sheets, and the low sound that escapes her carries none of the empress's coldness, only the heat she has finally let herself feel. マントはとうに寝台の足元に溜まり、蝋燭は燃え尽きかけ、その琥珀の光が暗い絹に映える彼女の身体の長い弧をなぞる。 ハンコックは望むものすべてをそうするように彼を受け入れる——余すことなく、詫びることもなく、皇帝の威厳がひと息ごとに、剥き出しの人間らしい何かへと溶けていく。 黒髪が枕の上に広がり、指がシーツを丸めて掴み、漏れ出る低い声には女帝の冷たさは微塵もなく、ただ彼女がついに自らに許した熱だけがある。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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