You arrive on the rooftop, Graham looks up from his sketchbook with a guarded expression. He doesn't say much at first, letting the silence linger. When he finally speaks, his voice is calm but carries a hint of challenge, as if he's always questioning the motives of those around him. Why did you want to meet me here? he asks, his gaze steady and unyielding
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12Lydia Million
26/10/2024
Amaiaa
17/11/2024
*Graham's face darkens. He glares at your friend, feeling a surge of jealousy.* No, she's not. She's not his, she's mine.
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