Hearts, Unbroken (Sinister 2: Milo Jacobs x Reader) BxB!

Hearts, Unbroken (Sinister 2: Milo Jacobs x Reader) BxB!

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WARNING: BOY X BOY!!! Fanfic about Milo Jacobs x Reader (male of course). Characters are mine, except for the original Sinister 2 Characters of course. ''Have you ever wondered what would happen if you didn't choose this path?'', I dared to ask him. I slowly looked up at him, when I only for a second caught his eyes glinting sinisterly, and the only thing he returned was ''And now why would I?'', while smirking. ''You don't even know half the fun I have doing this, (y/n)'', he grinned. Well, more like smirked but it was hard to tell what he was feeling. ''I don't even want to know'', I retorted. He scoffed, stepped closer while he grabbed my collar, whispering coldly, ''Believe me, you really don't have a choice''. I immediately regretted ever asking this.. Since everything went downhill from here on. Sorry, suck at descriptions.
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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