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Getaway
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Jonathan is the prince of the country even though he truly doesn't want to be. His father is very strict and his mother... Well she's dead. Now his father isn't only strict but also very abusive. Every day he is struck down from physical and mental pain. So at night he leaves. To his Getaway. Of course he must hide his identity. I mean the whole town knows of him and his father. They despise them. His father has dug their people into a hole they can't climb out of and they have nothing to fill it up with. To hide himself he puts on a simple mask he found one day. His hockey mask. Though it looks creepy it works and everyone has gotten used to it. He always goes to the hottest cafe in his town... But what happens when he see the new guy in town working there.
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Genre: Romance | Mystery | Slow Burn | Urban Slice of Life Description: You live a quiet, ordinary life-working shifts at a cozy pastry and drinks café, exchanging texts with your overprotective brother Jake, and returning to the silence of your small apartment at night. Everything is safe. Predictable. Yours. But lately, something has shifted. He's always there. On the corner. Across the street. Sometimes on his bike, helmet resting on his knee. Sometimes at a table with nothing but black coffee. He doesn't speak much. He watches. At first, you brush it off. Coincidence. But days pass. Then weeks. You begin to feel his eyes before you even see him. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't approach. But he stays. Drawn by a presence you can't explain, you start to wonder: Who is he? And why does it feel like he's been waiting for you to notice? In a city of noise and people who pass like shadows, his silence crashes into you louder than anything else. And soon, you'll have to decide whether to shut the door-or let the stranger on the bike in. --- I do not own these characters besides the female lead, this does not apply to their actual lives and is made purely for fun. Please give credits if u want to use the story. Thank You and Enjoy! 🚫Please don't steal, Plagiarism is a crime🚫

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