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Suddenly, Floyd reaches out, fingers curling around his wrist.
“Caught ya,” he murmurs, voice lilting with amusement.
Riddle barely has time to gasp before Floyd pulls.
The motion is sudden but effortless—like catching prey in a current. Riddle’s balance tips forward, his feet stumbling over themselves, and before he can even process what’s happening, he’s yanked straight into Floyd’s lap.
Bookmarked by Ambxr
06 Nov 2025

