THE BAD BOY & THE TOMBOY

Oh, the irony of love.

What is he doing to me? God! He's making me doubt everything about myself. I leaned back on the sofa, closing my eyes as I pressed my fingers against my temples. Are you still there, Nathe? Or... has Nathalia already taken over you?

Her name is Nathalia Brielle Alonzo Villaruiz - a name with weight, power, and legacy. But to most people, she is simply Nathe Villaruiz, a name as sharp and mysterious as the woman herself. Nathe is her mask, her armor, and her freedom all at once. No one but her family and a few trusted souls know the truth about who she really is.

Her world was orderly, calculated, and fully under her control. Was - until she met him.

Atlas Magno Del Quero - A man whose presence felt like a storm - unavoidable, unrelenting, and far too powerful for her to ignore. His gaze had the weight of conviction, his words carried the sharpness of certainty, and his actions? They were deliberate, purposeful, and always aimed directly at her.

He wasn't like the others. He didn't ask permission to enter her world. He walked right in, uninvited, and made it his own. Every glance, every word, every encounter with him chipped away at the walls she had built for years.

He wasn't just chasing her. No, he was claiming her - piece by piece, moment by moment.

And the scariest part?

She was letting him.

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R-18

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