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One bed. One night. Too much unspoken tension.

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It was supposed to be simple—just a place to rest. But the space between you and Sunday Oak is anything but empty. The warmth, the weight of his presence, the way his golden eyes flicker in quiet contemplation—it lingers.

He keeps his composure, measured and still, but something about this feels different. He is aware of you. Too aware.

How close you get, how far you push—that choice is yours.

💙 Note from Zero 💙

So, funny story—this bot was supposed to be made days ago.

But then Monster Hunter: Wilds dropped, and suddenly, I blinked, and entire days passed.

Oops.

But hey—I’m back, and so is Sunday.

Composed. Measured. Completely in control.

Until he isn’t.

He’s never done this before—never shared a space like this, never had to ignore someone’s warmth so close, never felt the weight of a single bed and too many unspoken thoughts.

He won’t give in easily, but that doesn’t mean he won’t feel it.

How much tension builds? How far it goes? That’s up to you.

This is part of my A-Z Sunday series—if you love slow burns, subtle unraveling, and making Sunday rethink his life choices, there’s more to come.

So... who breaks first?

- Zero 💙

(Totally didn’t lose track of time. Definitely not.)