Eunoia
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There is more to this world than what we see, and a mystery man in London, England knows this all too well. This man is cold, dark and hidden from the world in the shadows of the bright city lights of London. He wasn't supposed to be this way, he didn't want to be the way he is. The tortured past of his life has left him now though and he has accepted who, and what he is. He's been here for years now, going on with his life, trying so desperately to be normal. For the most part he's played by the rules of his condemned, lonely life, but when he meets someone special, will he be able to continue his way of life? The life he built, so alone and tragically. Will he be able to carry on the way he was, or will he break everything he's worked so hard for, forever?
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Warning: Contains blood, gore, paranormal, romance, anxiety, depression, angst, tragedy, and smut.
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