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Stoic f**king Dokken, his name reflects his character. Impossible to read, always serious, always silent, difficult to reason with, tough like a f**king boulder. The man is built like a beast, towering over the crowd like a true Nordic god. His deep blue eyes reading right through people's souls. Stoic is the man that grown men fear, the object of every woman's desire, and the mother f**king bastard my parents want me to marry. What should do when I only have one month and two options, escape from the clutches of the devil himself and lose my family or be forced to live the rest of my life on all fours, breeding for a gigantic misogynist asshole and making my father proud. Time is running out and the words we don't say out loud empowers our forsaken homonym silence.
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