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Heavy Hands
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Ongoing, First published Oct 05, 2025
Mature
Savannah thought love meant softness-until Malik showed her what devotion really looks like.
He's chaos wrapped in tattoos and leather, a man with bruised knuckles and a possessive streak that borders on obsession.
She's fire and fragility, trying to piece herself together after being shattered by the one man who both ruined and saved her.

When pain and passion collide, the line between punishment and worship blurs.
Their love isn't gentle.
It's raw. It's dangerous. It's addictive.

Because Malik doesn't just want her heart.
He wants her surrender.
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