She held his hand in hers, perfectly smooth and warm, like she held her whole world. Some part of him screamed that if he touched her, he would destroy her innocence and delicacy. That he was a killer, mercenary, he took the lives of so many beings that he couldn't even count them. How could she even bear his touch on herself? The Mandalorian x OC English version of my other workAll Rights Reserved
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