Playground {s.m.}

Playground {s.m.}

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Anna never believed in ghosts nor did she believe in love. Little did she know, she was bound to encounter both in the most twisted way possible. (old fanfic)
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The moment her eyes focused on him, she froze. He was standing almost directly in front of her, a short distance away from the man, with a confident and commanding stance. But what made Latika's breath hitch in her lungs was that his eyes, unblinking and dark, held absolutely no sign of fear. Instead, they were boring into those of his would-be killer with immense anger and hatred. They weren't terrified; the way a person's should be if he had a gun pointed at his head. They were spiteful and arrogant, as if he somehow knew he wasn't going to die today.

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