๐๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐๐งโ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง๐๐ซ. ๐๐ง๐ ๐'๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐.
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I don't care about much. I run my business with an iron fist, and my circle is small.
But when I see him--bruised, bloody, face streaked with tears--I just about lose my mind.
I'll slaughter anyone who has touched him. And I'll do the same to those who try to ever take him from me in the future.
Anurak is mine.
I may be the devil in disguise, but I'll bring my little pup heaven.
Only question is... will he trust me enough to let me?
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I don't remember what freedom tastes like. I haven't seen anything outside of these walls in years.
Freedom feels... foreign now. So much so that I've stopped longing for it.
But then Rico comes roaring into my life, guns blazing.
He's determined to save me. To protect me.
And every time he calls me ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ, I fall for him a little bit more.
I don't know how to live on my own. I don't know who I am or what I want out of life.
But I'm certain I do want him.
Can Rico see past all my flaws and all my trauma to want me, too? Or am I just a boy he felt sorry for and wanted to save?
**๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐ญ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฝ๐ค๐ง๐ฃ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ.
**๐๐ก๐๐๐จ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ง'๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ง๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ!
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