Red String of Fate
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Ongoing15m
Last published Sun, Dec 18, 2022
"I don't need a hand to hold, I simply long for a pair of arms that would always welcome me home."
Infuriating as he may be, it cannot be denied that Isaac's one hell of a master at flirting, and his target happens to be the cold, distant Leanne who would always reply with a roll or two of her eyes.
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