"I just don't understand, Chat. I thought...all this time...," she clenched her fists at her sides and stared up at him, "What changed?" Chat Noir stepped closer, pinning her against the railing of her balcony. The moonlight highlighted the dark ridges of his mask and his green eyes shone through the dark leather, as...
He can't be honest. both reader and miles are teens angst reader has she/her pronouns
lowercase intended. "y/n, your so fucking stupid" "excuse me? who the fuck do you-" "i like you" ... for black readers. 🩷 discontinued!!
❝𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞ I gasped, squeezing the sheets of the bed. His long fingers entered me, making me close my eyes as I soaked in the feeling of his gentle touch. ❝𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.❞ I b...
