The Midnight Cat {Finnian X Reader}
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There will be some triggering content in this story including: Child abuse/neglect, Gore, Cannibalism, etc
Under the heavy calm of night a woman of elegance danced in the hands of someone unfamiliar, she danced with grace and sang with a voice of woven silk. To appreciate such a scene can be done once for it shall be the last you hear such beauty.
How can one slowly being corrupted fall for such an innocent man.
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