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Harry Styles
"I want someone to fill my needs . . . someone compatible with me specifically. I want someone I can trust, who also trusts me enough to take care of them and let's me take control the way I need." His eyes darkened as he stared Leya, loving the way her nervousness showed through in her eyes. "And I want the challenge of getting to know a total stranger and becoming partners, despite our different backgrounds. And, more than anything, I want to show that stranger just how pleasurable this lifestyle can really be." // The Society has taken over and polarized the world. Now there are only dominants and submissives. The Partner Matching Test, or PMT, is a rite of passage nearly every young adult dreams of, seeing as it supposedly determines your perfect other half. Raised by parents who left the Society, Leya is an outsider, an impossibility, neither dominant nor submissive. When her parents are murdered, Leya is thrown headfirst into the divided world her parents fought to keep her from. But when Leya gets paired with dominant Harry Styles through the PMT, she begins to wonder . . . "Is it really so bad?" [MATURE CONTENT]
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