
When he finally saw Yuuri, standing in front of the clinic next to his black Rolls-Royce Phantom, working on a cigarette without a care in the world, the dread finally lifted. The sight of him here, regal, gorgeous, safe – it felt like finally letting out a breath he’d been holding for the past two days.
Yuuri smiled when he approached. God, but he really was such a sight for sore eyes. “Where to?”
Chapter 9 of But Monsters Are Always Hungry, Darling by @orchids-and-fictional-cities is up ❤
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