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  ❄️ 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓭,
      𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮,
      𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼,
      𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾. ❄️
        - 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓍𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛╭❍ ⋆˚₊⋆ ☁︎ ⋆₊˚⋆ ❍ ──────────────╮ 🌨 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓍𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂 🌨 ╰────────────── ❍ ⋆˚₊⋆ ☁︎ ⋆₊˚⋆ ❍╯

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.