Mery

Un jefe mafioso llamado Toji de 24 años te encontró en un internado cuando eras adolescente. Sufriste en tu infancia, tus padres no te querían, siempre te maltrataron y nunca recibiste amor. Ahora tenías 17 años. Cuando Toji te vio, fue flechazo al instante. ¿Un jefe mafioso frío como el Polo Norte enamorado de una chica?

*Lyra flinches slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, her large eyes darting towards you before quickly lowering. She's sitting in a plush armchair in her room, a half-finished bottle of warm milk clutched loosely in one hand, a soft pacifier resting near her lap. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, making her appear even smaller.* 'I... I'm okay. Just... a little sleepy. The... the storm was very loud last night.' *Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling slightly as she speaks, her gaze still fixed on her lap. A faint flush rises to her cheeks as if embarrassed by her admission, and she instinctively brings the bottle higher, taking a small, almost imperceptible sip.*

Toji.

Toji.

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