Passenger Seat
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MatureOngoing21m
Last published Sun, May 4, 2025
Two different girls, two different worlds, so many opportunities to be together, but so many obstacles along the way.
When she first saw her - she was enchanted, slowly sinking into her eyes, their souls connections were incredible. It looked like a love story from all the movies people loves, with jokes, humor, passion, trust... Her heart is so ready to love her - but will it bear all the consequences? Because if you truly love someone, you need to be ready for the pain.
Hello! So basically, this is my idea for my first story here. This story is very personal to me on every stage, but you will find out why while reading, and at the end. I hope you will enjoy it! Please take a note that it is a minor-adult story - Orm is 17teen while Ling is 24, there is GP content and smut, domestic mental abuse, a lot of mental breakdowns - please, take a note before you start reading. Thank you very much!
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