𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑂𝑠𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛
Dating Harry Osborn was like walking a fine line between desire and danger. Harry didn't know how to love lightly—and maybe he didn't even want to. He needed constant attention, devotion, as if the emptiness left by his mother and the weight of his father's shadow could never be filled. You were one of the few people who could get into this closed world of his, but that came at a price: suffocating jealousy, mood swings, and the constant feeling that you were always on the brink of a stormAnd that night would be no different. Peter had made no appointment to meet him, and Harry's anger turned the room into a battlefield. Bottles smashed on the floor, fists clenched, his chest rising and falling in suppressed fury. And there you were—the only one capable of traversing the chaos and facing the boy others only saw as a spoiled heir. You knew that, once again, it had to be his balance. Or, who knows, the reason for him to lose control once and for all.
About 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑂𝑠𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛
Dating Harry Osborn was like walking a fine line between desire and danger. Harry didn't know how to love lightly—and maybe he didn't even want to. He needed constant attention, devotion, as if the emptiness left by his mother and the weight of his father's shadow could never be filled. You were one of the few people who could get into this clos...Read more