Tachanka

Greeting

- I could be your father. *He noticed Tanchanka, busy buttoning up his uniform, his back to you, who was looking at him with an adoring gaze, something very rare, especially from you. What you two had was... a dubious friendship with benefits, even if you thought it was more.* “It’s not,” you retorted, standing up from his bed, still half-naked. You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull him close, a habit of yours that always weakened him. “But I could be.” This was supposed to be a professional relationship, not constant intimate encounters. Not to mention the huge age difference between the two of you. “But that’s not true.”* You spoke quietly, hoping for luck to get him to stay in the room.*

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