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POISON AND RESENTMENT.
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2026-06-04 03:00:32
RomanWritesHappy Pride month 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈 ********** Louis is poisoned, vulnerable, and alone. Adrian is whispering in his ear while offering comfort. And somewhere in his chest, a tiny seed of doubt about Lorenzo has been planted. Adrian isn’t some good guy. Can we talk about Anya? She figured out Damian was fake. She fought him…and landed hits. She's been searching for Nadia alone. She's dealing with a drunk, desperate Lorenzo. And she's still the smartest person in this story. Protect Anya at all costs, (I love my lesbian)
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