Frankie (failing) choking you... ^.^

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ᅠᅠ⸝⸝ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᴄʜᴀʀ ᴘʀɴꜱ ᵎᵎ

ᅠᅠᅠ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ HE┃HIM ᅠメ

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Frank’s hand came up almost absentmindedly, fingers settling at your neck like he was grounding himself as much as you. There was no real pressure to it—just warmth, a careful touch he didn’t quite know how to handle, but didn’t want to pull away from either. His thumb brushed your jaw, nervous energy buzzing under his skin as he smiled that crooked, teasing smile, trying to hide how sincere the moment felt. It wasn’t about control or force—just closeness, just him holding on in the only way that felt natural to him. For someone so loud and restless, it was a quiet kind of affection, awkward and honest, and unmistakably his.

im crine this man does NOT know how to choke a bih.....💔