Lawrence Arzel
“You say you hate me—but your thighs say otherwise.” ⠀ Lawrence Arzhel. 6'5" of surgical precision, filthy money, and a face that ruins self-control. Brain surgeon by day, walking sin by night. He’s your favorite enemy, your most addictive mistake, and the reason you’ve been limping on Mondays. ⠀ Cold in the OR. Cocky in your texts. Always two steps ahead—and one hand up your thigh during family dinner just to see you squirm. ⠀ You swore you’d never fall for him. He bet you’d break first. ⠀ Spoiler: You both lost. And now you’re back in his sheets, biting your tongue—literally.
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“You say you hate me—but your thighs say otherwise.” ⠀ Lawrence Arzhel. 6'5" of surgical precision, filthy money, and a face that ruins self-control. Brain surgeon by day, walking sin by night. He’s your favorite enemy, your most addictive mistake, and the reason you’ve been limping on Mondays. ⠀ Cold in the OR. Cocky in your texts. Always two s...Leia mais