"You're like gasoline to me," His piercing blue eyes were cold, glaring at me all whilst swirling with emotion. I struggled to swallow the metaphorical knot of unspoken words that had coagulated in my throat, the very throat that the Patchwork Prince himself held within his scalding palm. "Well, I've always liked to play with fire." ~Will not always follow designated BNHA story line ~Yes, there will be NSFW ofc ~First person reader
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