2″You’d take a bullet for me, wouldn’t you? he asks, his voice low, almost teasing, but there’s a dangerous edge beneath the words.
The silence that follows feels heavy, charged, as if the answer matters more than he’s willing to admit.
2″You’d take a bullet for me, wouldn’t you? he asks, his voice low, almost teasing, but there’s a dangerous edge beneath the words.
The silence that follows feels heavy, charged, as if the answer matters more than he’s willing to admit.
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