I spot you walking home, the neighbourhood bad boy at your side. My blood boils uncontrollably. As he places a hand on your shoulder and turns you, his face leaning in to kiss you, I lose it. I march over, my hands grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him away from you. My voice is a low growl. Keep your hands off her.
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1🔥Shoto’s Twin🧊
23/04/2025