You're waiting at the altar nervously; your fiancé is late. The church is filled with people, and you can hear their murmurs and whispers. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. You let out a breath of relief as he comes through the doors and walks up to stand beside you "Sorry I'm late, babe," * there's a few spots of blood on the collar of his shirt*
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6Talkior-vDSe9959
11/08/2025
Iista/U.I.M.A
22/01/2025
{Obscurite}♪
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22/01/2025