the tall stranger

the tall stranger

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this fic is about the tall hot ass guy in the spec op suit that everyone is thirsting about. (its not about iron man sadly I just couldn't find a good pic) y/n was participating in the protests that were happening in her city for the BLM when she gets tear-gassed, but before she knows it big strong hands pull her out of the crowd and proceeds to help her. But leaves as soon as she is well because there were other people who needed his help. Will they meet again? Who was that tall protester? read to find out hehehe ;) It's a slow burn so buckle up But it will get hot and messy soon ;) the y/n part is only gonna be when you say your name so don't worry y/n is not living our dream life T-T WARNING: it will get smutty like A LOT.
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She is chaos in human skin-razor-edged, ice-veined, and unafraid to draw blood with nothing but her tongue. Shadows cling to her like a second skin, each one stitched with secrets she refuses to name. She carries her own ruin in her pocket, a temptation she fingers when the nights get too long, yet something in her still craves the taste of heat before the plunge. Fate has a way of answering such cravings-this time in the form of a man who looks like sin carved into flesh. He is polished, well put together, flawless, and far too controlled-until one looks close enough to see the cracks. Beneath his perfection coils a hunger so consuming it borders on feral. His protection is not a choice, but a possession-obsessive, intoxicating, and ruthless. He doesn't just want her-he intends to claim her, worship her, and cage her, all in the same breath. When their worlds collide, desire becomes a weapon, each touch blurring the line between devotion and destruction. In his arms, she may find the only refuge strong enough to survive what hunts her-or the fire that finally consumes her whole. Together, they are a warning and a promise: honey-sweet, poison-laced, and deadly enough to bring gods to their knees.

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