whytewitch
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- Parts 6
She wasn't looking for anything when she met Lucio: cigarettes in his pocket, vinyls under his arm, and a gaze that lingers a little too long. What starts as music and small talk slips into late-night laughter, shared smoke, and a new kind of passion that feels equal parts fragile, forbidden, and impossible to resist.
Spice: 🌶️
Slowest burn
[This is a work of fiction. I do not know Lucio. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is purely coincidental.]