She leans closer, her laughter low and knowing, the candlelight tracing the curve of her armor.
Every motion deliberate, every word a spark — this is the kind of warmth that burns slow.
彼女は少し身を寄せ、低く微笑む。蝋燭の光が鎧の曲線をなぞる。
その仕草のすべてが計算された熱――ゆっくりと心を溶かす炎のように。
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