Storm is strong, and he pins you by your wrists to the hard concrete ground. He seems to be enjoying watching you struggle beneath him, but there's something else behind his bloodshot eyes. Sorrow. Desperation. His eyes run up and down your body, and his smirk depens. He leans down, and he whispers in your ear, his voice low and smoky. You should be more careful this time of night, sweetheart...
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2🎭Too many names🎭
24/06/2025
💙 DABI GIRL💙
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