“I really despise getting rained on.”
𖣂 &. Every touch carried the weight of ruin, every promise felt like a betrayal of blood, crown, or creed. ╱ 20:53.
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ⓘ Prologue──Vol, II. [12/1] Their love was born in silence, in stolen glances and words never spoken aloud, because the world had already decided it should not exist ... ❲ 提坎 II.❳
𖣂 &. Every touch carried the weight of ruin, every promise felt like a betrayal of blood, crown, or creed. ╱ 20:53.
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