Tyler Galpin X Fem Reader
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Última publicación mié, dic 31, 2025
Despite life's struggles, I would have said I'd come pretty far. My family loved me, my community accepted me, and my friends actually enjoyed being around me. For a while, everything felt normal-until something inside me began to stir. At first, it was subtle: a single touch left people drained, weary, sometimes even ill. I didn't understand why... not until the day someone I cared for died in my arms.
That was when I realized the truth. I wasn't gifted-I was cursed. A dark legacy, passed down through only a handful of my ancestors across generations. And of all people, it had to fall on me.
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