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❝𝙄 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙-𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙅𝙖𝙖𝙣.❞
His voice hard, like a vow sealed in fire, like he'd been waiting his whole damn life just to breathe her in.
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𝗥𝗨𝗗𝗥𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗛 𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗘
30. He's all control, all fire-sharp jaw, sharper tongue, and eyes that carry storms no one survives. He walks like he owns every breath in the room, speaks like silence owes him answers. With her, though? With her, he's chaos wrapped in restraint. Their arguments are legendary, their chemistry-undeniable. He fights her like she's his favorite battle, and protects her like she's his last war. And when she's close-just close enough-he forgets his next breath, his next move, his next damn principle. Because she's the only thing in his world he can't outthink or outrun.
𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗜 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗔
29. She's all fury and finesse. Eyes that roll before her words do, a smirk sharp enough to gut him in one glance. She bites back, snaps harder, never lets him win without a war. But somehow-only with him-her heart races like it's in a losing game. She matches his rage beat for beat, but when he's an inch too close, her breath catches-and she knows, no one will ever come this close to ruining her like he can.
Not a love story.
A collision.
Book#1 in #DATED SERIES
(A Standalone Book)
DISCLAIMER: English is not my first language. This book may have grammatical mistakes and typing errors.
This book strictly contains mature content and slight BDSM.
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