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Author: Purpleink
last update publish date: 2026-05-05 09:22:06

I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my bedroom, a half-empty glass of vintage Barolo in one hand and a crisp, white linen shirt draped over my other arm.

And I was fucking blushing. Me, a man whose name was whispered with fear in the darkest corners of the city, was standing in his penthouse and grinning like a goddamn teenager after his first school dance with his hot crush.

I didn't even go to a normal high school so I don't know how accurate that example is.

I took a slow, he
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