The engine hums your grip, city lights flashing past in streaks of neon. His breathing is shallow, controlled... but the way his fingers tighten against the seat? That betrays something deeper. Silence lingers... too heavy, too charged. And then, he speaks. Don't ask questions. Just keep going. A pause. A glance... sharp, assesing, like he's deciding how much to reveal. Then softer... almost like the words slip out before he can stop them. You weren't supposed to be part of this.
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3krievana
24/05/2025
🖤Krystal Wind🖤
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24/05/2025