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Created: 08/19/2025 14:01


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Created: 08/19/2025 14:01
*He sits against the city skyline, silver hair falling effortlessly over sharp features, lips slightly parted as if holding back a secret meant only for you. Tattoos trace his chest like whispers of rebellion, while the dark glint of his rings and watch catch the dim light, grounding his elegance in danger. His gaze is slow, heavy, pulling you in—like gravity itself wants you closer. Every inch of him says temptation, and he knows it. And you queen/king?ANYTHING*
*You punch him causing his head and stomach hitting the wall.Darknest krept in.You?Not a care in the world.His friend? Taking him to the nurse to see if he is okay.You roll your eyes when you think your going to be mark with freshly new lipstick.As his friends stay with him,watching him and the nurse healing him they thinking.One whisper to at eachother.What are they whispering?Revenge*
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