Dancing On The Chessboard(18+)
- Leituras 316
- Votos 59
- Capítulos 22
Sorry for the grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language.
Her:I am good but not an angel
Him:I do sin and don't make me the devil
Trigger Warning ⚠️:This book contains themes of obsessive behavior, stalking, and psychological manipulation. It features a protagonist with dark possessive tendencies.This is not a traditional romance; the "love" depicted is intended to be unsettling and intense. Reader discretion is advised.
And there might be a few more scenes which can feel overwhelming to readers like deeply disturbing scenes, please check your triggers and you can ask me comments at the first chapter just comment.
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