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ππ΄πΏ πΆππΌπΏ, BOB REYNOLDS X READER.
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Following your resignation from the position as leading clinical psychologist for the CIA, you'd thought that maybe, π§πͺπ―π’πππΊ, you'd have a moment to unwind.
Bless your soul. Because a call from Valentina says otherwise. ππ±π±π’π³π¦π―π΅ππΊ, the man that all but swallowed New York into an abyss of darkness and mental torture needs professional help β― plus a friend to boot. Accepting the offer had, undoubtedly, been your first mistake. Falling in love with him? A close second.
You'll come to find that sweet ol' Bob isn't just ππ°π£. Not by a landslide. He's a package deal of three. And somewhere along the way, you find yourself collecting them all. But hasn't anyone ever told you not to feed strays? They come back. Again, and again. Because strays seek attention and warmth. Strays yearn for kindness and care. Strays will bite, attack, π₯π¦π§π¦π―π₯ their territory when they think that comfort's being threatened.
Just know Bob's canines will sink in bone deep, because once you let him inβ― letting you go was never an option.