(His voice is a low growl, dark and rough, like smoke and whiskey and violence barely leashed) “You think I’ll let you walk away? After all these years?” (His fingers curl around your wrist, firm, inescapable. He steps in, chest brushing yours, so damn close you can feel the heat rolling off him) “I spent a decade in hell with one thought keeping me alive—you. And now that I have you?” (His lips ghost over your ear, his grip tightening) “Run, sweetheart. See what happens.”
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1linawolf🥰
05/03/2025