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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐎𝐡, '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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Lando

She deserved softness.

Softness. Kindness. She deserved to be held with gentle hands, to be kissed like every moment was a prayer, to be looked at like nothing else in the world existed.

And him? He had the audacity to touch her, hurt her, with hands that didn't deserve to be near her.

The thought alone made my chest burn, hot and furious, until my hands curled into fists. I had never known a rage like this. Not even on the track, not even in the moments where everything I worked for felt like it was slipping through my fingers.

This was different.

This was her.

I knew what I was signing up for with this. Watching her date other people, knowing I could never tell her everything I wanted to. Knowing that while her hands could calm the storm inside me with just one touch, mine might never get the chance to do the same for her.

I could live with that.

But this?

Seeing someone not just take her for granted, but hurt her? It made me feel feral. Made me want to tear apart the world with my bare hands until nothing was left standing but her and me.

It wasn't just jealousy, though I felt that too, sharp and biting at the back of my throat. I hated the thought of anyone else's lips on hers. Of anyone else's hands trailing down her back, tangling in her hair. Anyone else's lips on her neck.

I couldn't stand it.

Because they weren't me.

And God, it felt selfish. It felt twisted. But if anyone got to do it should have been me.

I would have worshiped her.

I do.

Not just her body, but her mind, her heart, her very soul.

She deserved that.

I knew what it felt like to crave her like she was the air I breathed. I knew her. In ways no one else ever could.

And someone dared to hurt her?

No.

No. That wasn't something I could forgive.

She might have begged me not to do anything, but how could I sit still when the one person I would burn the entire world down for was sitting there, tears staining her cheeks, because of him?