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Fatal Obsession

LECTURAS 173
Votos 13
Partes 4
Hora 43m

LECTURAS 173
Votos 13
Partes 4
Hora 43m

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I never should've touched him.

That's what I tell myself when I find him bleeding out in the alley behind a coffee shop, the man who haunts the city like a shadow, the man whose name is whispered like a curse. He isn't supposed to need saving. 

He isn't supposed to look at me like I've ruined everything by stepping in.

But I did.

And now he won't let me go.

"𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫."Todos los derechos reservados

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