Greed Fischer (BXB)
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I shook my head, "don't do that again."
"Of course, Firefly." He bowed his head slightly.
"I mean it, Greed." I snapped. "I'm not gay."
"I know, Iniko." He replied whilst I glared up at him. His violet eyes twinkled and although he looked fucking terrifying with the blood in his mouth, he had never looked more hauntingly beautiful. "I never said you were."
My eyes flickered to his lips when he licked the blood away and the fire that bubbled inside of me...I would spend many more nights trying to get rid of it.
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Iniko Warren isn't gay and has nothing to do with Greed Fischer. Not until an escape from his mother's wrath sees him trying to convince Greed not to jump from the ledge of the South Hornston Bridge.
Greed Fischer is haunted and the only way out is death - until that no longer becomes an option.
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