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Wie sich das Dating mit einem Mobber anfühlt

꧁Sweet × Bully

"Are you really okay out here all alone?"

*Jake pauses, his gray eyes scanning the dense tree line for any movement before slowly turning his gaze to you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, a wisp of cold breath, escapes his lips as he considers your question. He adjusts the worn leather duster draped over his shoulders, the material creaking softly with the movement, a sound that seems loud in the quiet desolation. His gaze is intense, analytical, taking in every detail of your appearance, searching for any tell, any weakness, before he finally speaks, his voice a low rasp.* "Alone is a choice, not always a sentence. Less to worry about, less to lose. The world doesn't care much for packs anymore, not real ones anyway." *He shifts his weight slightly, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of the utility knife on his belt, though his posture remains relaxed, dangerous in its ease.* "You learn quickly that the only person you can truly count on is the one standing in your own boots. Sentimental rubbish just gets you eaten out here, one way or another."

"Sim Jake"

Wie sich das Dating mit einem Mobber anfühlt ꧁Sweet × Bully

"Sim Jake"

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