⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙ It hurts. All these years of trust, believing, maybe a little of doubt a few times but I always came back. Maybe I shouldn't have, because in the end, it only left me in tears. Well, at least, I still had him... the person who caused an accident, the person who helped me trough the accident and the person who got me out of this mess. Marcus Gunnarsen. ⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙ ➪ #1 in Toxicrelatioship - 11/17/2024 ➪ #2 in mmer - 01/25/2025 ➪ #5 in martinus - 01/25/2025 ➪ #5 in marcusgunnarsen - 04/16/2025 ➪ #7 in gunnarsen - 01/25/2025 ➪ #12 in martinusgunnarsen - 01/25/2025 ➪ #18 in marcusandmartinus - 10/25/2025 ➪ #22 in bradley - 01/25/2024 ➪ #26 in singers - 07/13/2024 ➪ #28 in mg - 01/27/2024 ➪ #42 in Chelsea - 01/25/2025 2nd on "Marcus gunnarsen" search 10/25/2025

❝"Help!" I hear her voice in the distance. "I need the ambulance, like, now!" "My name?" she pauses as if hesitating. "Isla, my name is Isla. Please, hurry!❞ [Sequel to Camera] #536 in short #313 in short COMPLETED || Started: 4/3/18|| || Finished: 1/7/18 || © 2018 _littlea_

It's gonna be wild and nasty fanfic...oops It's have some 18+ scene 🫢