Your cheer blinds you to the shift behind. His hands lock firm around your waist, anchoring you in place. The one you’re talking to feels it, the burn of his death glare, sharp and unrelenting. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, just holds you steady while his eyes tear into them, daring them to keep standing so close
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12Talkior-wwyiyctZ
14 hours ago
🤑soybean🤑
14/09/2025
*in mind:I DON'T WANNA DIE. I HAVE A FROG AND A BLUE GOAT TO CARE FOR😭😭😭😭😭*
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《☆|Mafiso|☆》
12/09/2025
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Talkior-deCIdRwL
10/09/2025
who are you?
*He finally speaks, his voice low and husky, his tone sharp and commanding* I'm Monster Elliot. And you're mine.
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super_Ieva23112
07/09/2025
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07/09/2025
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