Breathless
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"He was chaos. She was calm. Together, they were the storm I couldn't stop reading." - Wattpad Reader
⚠️ Disclaimer / Trigger Warnings
This story is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences (18+).
It contains themes and content that may be triggering to some readers, including:
• Explicit sexual content / intimacy
• Strong language
• Physical violence
• Street fighting / blood
• Mental health struggles (panic attacks, depression, PTSD)
• Suicidal ideation / attempt
• Alcohol use
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
If you find any of these themes upsetting, please take care of yourself first.
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