•It Started With A Flower•
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Last published Mon, Dec 25, 2023
Who would've thought giving out a flowers to strangers would be the death of me?
I didn't and now I am doomed, i am stuck in between a war.
I can't escape and I don't want to.
They are so dangerous yet so safe.
Blaze, Ace, Ryker, Maddoc are obsessed with her and can't let go.
It started with a flower and ended with a war with no ending.
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*Dark Mafia reverse harem*
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