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50 parts Complete Mature~ 'ππ¨ π¨π§π ππ±π©ππππ¬ ππ§ ππ§π ππ₯ ππ¨ π¬ππ ππ‘π π°π¨π«π₯π π¨π§ ππ’π«π' ~
βYou should smile more. ββ β You should talk less.ββ
People say that hell is burning. Hell is unrelenting. My hell has blue eyes. The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes were no exception. I knew, deep down, that I was always going to get burned. But maybe burning isn't a painful thing, not when the flames taste like him.
After all, it's not hell if you like the way it burns.
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β€ Enemies to lovers
β€ Forced proximity
β€ Rivals
β€ She fell first, he fell harder