Mafia's only

Mafia's only

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MatureOngoing4h 51m

Last published Sat, May 25, 2024

billionaire ceo crazyforyou crazylove lex

"You are mine and only MINE. So learn that, live that, love that" "I am your protector, understand? The only place you'll be safe is with me,in my arms, and not anywhere else. that is a promise I'll never break." "Why can't you understand that I love you. I live for you. I breathe for you. I kill for you" "No no no don't die on me. Please stay. I can't live without you. I love you " What if you were to love. To love so much that your heart aches.To love so much you hate it. And that hatred is like a ice burg within. It burns under your skin, beneath your brain and inside your soul. A Cold that freezes so much your heart starts to hurt and deceive you. But deep down inside. There is a little love. A love that can soften but strengthen you. A love to light the way for your heart. For your heart to come back to you. To unfreeze frozen feelings. To warm you soul and every inch of your body with a single touch. A love so powerful it changes you but still stay the same. Luna meaning 'moon'. Elegant yet sexy looking. A pure, beautiful white rose yet surrounded by thorns. A rose that can't be picked. She is far from beautiful. She captures the hearts of many men. What happens when her past meets her future Lex meaning protector. He is a Mafia but might be secretly yandere. He is indeed every woman's dream. He maybe described as PURE EVIL, but you cant deny he is evilishly gorgeous. He is tiger waiting to be unleashed. A cunning 22 year old. He was born to be the first heir Legend family. Will love or hate win? What does fate say? That's a question waiting to be answering. When two worlds clash when Lex meets Luna. As he turns her world upside down and she warms a frozen heart. "Don't be afraid. I've always been there. I'll always be there♡." ✊🏻𝑾𝑬 ✊🏼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 ✊ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 ✊🏾 𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑬 ✊🏿

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