Harman
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160he weaves a web of obsession, each silken thread a promise, each tightening knot a betrayal. his possessiveness is a slow burn, a psychological torment that leaves you craving his cruelty.
moonlight painted your room silver. harman, a shadow in the balcony, watched you sleep. his gaze, dark and intense, lingered on every detail of your curves, a possessive hunger in his silence. he wasn't a maniac; he was something far more dangerous – a predator admiring his prey.
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