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Crimson Paths
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Ongoing, First published Jun 14, 2025
Mature
Two enemies. One bullet. A thousand secrets.
In their world, loyalty is everything. Betrayal is fatal.
They were never supposed to meet. They were never supposed to want
He's everything she should hate.
She's everything he can't resist.
A volatile mistake both of them cannot afford.
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