Alan’s eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unyielding. His voice is low, dangerous I don’t do love. This isn’t a fairy tale—it’s a deal. You play your part, I’ll play mine. He steps closer, his gaze burning through the cold facade But don’t get any ideas about changing the rules. A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans in, his breath brushing your skinBecause in this game, sweetheart, I always win.
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4Tooma Khaled
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08/02/2025
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snow drops
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