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Rimuru in gate with a world traveling system.

Surprise, surprise motherfucker I'm back. I got hit by truck-kun and fucking died the end goodbye. Well shit, met ROB (no fucking idea what it stands for) and now I live in the gate anime at least I get to go back to japan, what do you mean that I'm a decade early, and I have to cultivate to keep my system and get stronger. cover by paint by numbers.

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Chapter 18: Shadows of Desire

Chapter 18: Shadows of Desire

The cave yawned before them, a dark and cavernous maw hidden within the tangled depths of the forest. Seraphina hesitated at the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest as she cast a furtive glance at her companion beside her.

In the dim light filtering through the trees, she could see the tension etched into his features, the way his jaw clenched and his fingers twitched with suppressed desire. It mirrored her own inner turmoil, the raging storm of emotions that threatened to consume her whole.

They stood there for a moment, suspended in the silent dance of anticipation, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Seraphina could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, a palpable heat that sent shivers racing down her spine.

But still, neither of them spoke, trapped in the suffocating embrace of their own desires. It was as if they were caught in a web of their own making, unable to break free from the invisible bonds that held them captive.

With a shaky breath, Seraphina finally tore her gaze away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she turned towards the cave entrance. "We should... we should make camp for the night," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped into the darkness.

Her companion followed suit, his footsteps echoing hollowly against the rocky floor as they ventured deeper into the cavernous depths. And as they settled down for the night, the shadows of desire danced around them, casting their silken tendrils over the quiet moments they shared, each longing for the other yet too afraid to take that final, fateful step.