Forgotten // Simon "Ghost" Riley X Fem
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Dernière publication sam., mai 4, 2024
It was their own little ritual. A dinner at her favourite restaurant on their anniversary. And even after 6 years of being with him, she still felt like a teenager when she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Little did she know, today wasn't one of their usual anniversaries.
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