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𝒕he sickest dream - ahn suho.

𝒕he sickest dream - ahn suho.

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Una estudiante modelo, hija de un senador y una belleza envidiable. Sa Ji-ah lo tiene todo pero nunca se conforma. Empieza a tener una obsesión enfermiza con un luchador del club de su instituto, Ahn Su-ho. ATENCIÓN ‼️: este fanfic contiene lenguaje brusco, contenido sexual explícito tanto consentido como no consentido, tortura psicológica y física, secuestro, stalking y síndrome de Estocolmo. Leer con discreción.
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