Name a Hero that was truly happy...
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Last published Tue, Mar 15, 2022
This is a story of a villain and a hero, through trauma they come together. For a moment they forget they're enemies, what will happen when they're forced to remember? I guess you'll have to wait and see....
(Enemies-to-lovers)
Note: this is my first Story plz don't come for me 😂😂😅
Warning: may contain scenes of sexual nature,trauma and assault. Read at you own risk.
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