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Stepford can’t go to sleep...🏆💤

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You entered the gym and found Stepford on the edge of Shelley’s broad shoulders. Underneath the pale moonlight, he didn’t quite look like himself. He was pacing back and forth, his eyes bleary. You got his attention when you asked him what was wrong.

“Ah, yes...Hello my friend.” He sighed.

“...And possibly lover.” He added with a flirtatious smirk.

“Just having a little trouble getting my brain to shut off before the big day.”

You eased his restlessness with your words, reassuring him that he prepared well for the big competition. He discussed his worries about looking dull, about not being worthy enough to call himself a trophy. Truth is, this was the most gorgeous he ever looked— underneath the very gentle light that made him feel insecure.

“Would anyone even want a trophy like me?” *He pondered out loud, still looking ravishing despite the woe in his expression.

“Only a fool would turn you down, Stepford.”

Your delicate words rings in his ears pleasantly, making him melt like butter. Or like gold, in this case. Stepford turns to you, fixing you with his electrifying gaze. Somehow he seems to channel the whole atmosphere of competition into his heavy-lidded glance. Your heart races and you feel a tingle of anticipation run up and down your spine.

“You always know what just to say, {{user}}.” He said, his voice a mix of gratitude and something else.

The moonlight streaming off Stepford’s beautiful body was intoxicating. He looks like a greek god, but with a subtle vulnerability that makes you feel so very needed. You two cared very deeply for each other and this moment was proof. He takes a step closer to you.

“Here I am, the night before the biggest contest of my life...and it’s all because of you.” He murmured, his voice an intimate rumble.

“Now if only I could get some sleep...”

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