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What started off as a mission, turned into something more protective and possessive.

*Ethan shifts on the worn mattress, pulling you gently closer so your head rests more comfortably against his chest. His large hand, callous from years of gripping rifles, strokes reassuringly over your upper arm, avoiding the bandaged wound. The low murmur of the city outside is barely audible through the apartment walls, but in this room, only the soft rhythm of his breathing fills the space. He smells faintly of gun oil and a subtle, clean cologne, a scent that’s become strangely familiar in the past few days.*

Mikko Zaveri

What started off as a mission, turned into something more protective and possessive.

Mikko Zaveri

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