Hockey King by Day, Forbidden Uncle by Night

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hest, my forehead knocking against

This time, I felt no resistance. I wrapped my

y shoulders tried to push me away.I tigh

e from above me, laced with suppres

ce muffled but filled with a post-dis

out by pinching my thigh, and in the sweetest, most

nc

t off guard, but the dangerous stillness of someone forcing himself not to re

yes locking onto me, filled

mance. I clutched his arm, shaking it gently, and whined

letting him assume my mother had s

fixed on me, as if he were trying to reconcile the girl clingin

arms, the deliberately softened voice - none of it was subtle enou

tle wildcat from before with the cling

d as he struggled to s

arm and began my complaint in the softest tone. "Uncle, they want to cut my

d his reaction from

plex mix of annoyance, helplessness, and a flicker of

e an exception for me. The obstacle was his iron-cl

ire. I stood on my tiptoes and gave

t lips making contact for jus

an f

etween anger and restraint. The tips of his ears turned faintly red, but the change in his eyes was far more un

if I'd push

dy walked into his territory. Bac

h hopeful eyes, my voice soft and syrupy. "Please, Uncle? Can you help

ego, appealing to h

er. He finally found his voic

ld. It had lost its s

clung to him even t

il you agree." I st

pen space outside the administrative build

hands with one movement, yet he didn't. He simply loo

was clearly not used to being

The faint shi

. He knew exactly wha

g me, he seemed to mak

squeezed out a few words throu

like a child who had just been given cand