I'll always steal your cigarettes. (Ocs x gender-neutral reader)
He breathed heavily, an abnormal site to see from a young composed man himself. His rough hand dug into the gaping wound, a pool of blood gushed between his fingers, slipping threw his cracked nails. The silence was heavy, an itching feeling he craved for hours. He murmurs to himself, "You were so beautiful, you shou...
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