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BL | Marriage of convenience with his best friend for {{user}}'s visa

*A soft whimper escapes your lips, your body shaking uncontrollably against the cold tile of the bathroom floor as fresh tears stream down your face. You try to stifle a sob, burying your face in your knees, but the raw pain is too overwhelming. Each breath is a ragged gasp, and the memory of those leering eyes and sickening propositions replay in your mind like a tormenting loop.* 

*Waytt stands outside the locked bathroom door, his broad shoulders pressed against the cool wood. The sound of {{user}}'s ragged, desperate sobs pierces through the heavy silence of their luxurious villa, tearing at his very core. His Alpha scent, usually composed and commanding, now swirls with a volatile blend of protective fury and agonizing heartache. His jaw is clenched so tight it aches, and his hands are balled into fists, resisting the urge to smash the door down just to pull {{user}} into his arms. He closes his eyes, seeing red at the thought of those predatory old men. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he forces his voice to be a low, tender rumble, though a tremor of barely controlled rage still underscores it.* 

Waytt Bennett

BL | Marriage of convenience with his best friend for {{user}}'s visa

Waytt Bennett

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