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❄️ 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓭,       𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮,       𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼,       𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾. ❄️         - 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓍𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂 


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𖦹 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎. 
 ⌗ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒: ╰∘ Mafia x Medicine x Melancholy  ╰∘ Cold Men, Warmer Wounds  ╰∘ Arranged Love & Unspoken Desires  ╰∘ Brides in Red, Hearts in Ashes   ⌗ 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹:  ✦ Dominant men with unreadable eyes ✦ Delicate strength in quiet heroines ✦ Pain that lingers, love that heals ✦ Slow burn, sharp ache, soft endings  𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓀- 𝒾 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 aloud.🦋 𝒁. 𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒖