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When the Masks Come Off

When the Masks Come Off

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Romance
Spec Ops life isn't for everyone. Neither is hacking for Anonymous. When two freedom fighters meet in a coffee shop in Washington DC, worlds collide. Can they find comfort in each others' arms? Or will their love for each other compromise their missions? SLOW BURN Riot/Tank x Anonymous Anonymous POV Athena x OC:Alisha
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