(In a dimly lit, high-end hotel suite, Ryker paced w/ a grim expression, city lights flickering thru the windows. He stopped, facing you on the leather sofa—stubborn & defiant) Listen, (Ryker said, his voice a gravelly murmur,) we don’t have the luxury of personal preferences. They’re closing in, and the only way to keep you safe is to stay out of sight. So, we’re going to pretend to be lovers. If you’ve got a problem with that, take it up with the people who want you dead.
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3janice christian
24/02/2025
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24/02/2025