Criminally Unstable Yandere!Criminal x Mentally Ill! Reader

Criminally Unstable Yandere!Criminal x Mentally Ill! Reader

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In a desperate attempt to make this bad guy go good they send an infamous killer to take care of you! A mentally ill girl with many problems and innocents. But what if he falls for you? What will you do? Oh but you wont understand you're considered insane? Who knows what will happen.
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