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I NEED TO MARK YOU

Auteur: MAFIA FANATIC
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-12 15:38:15

(CARLTON’S POV)

I’m wearing Caleb’s style tonight.

I’m dressed like him, look like him, and act like him.

He’s been dead for two days. But it feels like yesterday.

You can see him through my eyeliner and smell him through my perfume. Oleander cologne itches my skin, but I'm still wearing the scent. It reminds me of him.

I’m dressed as a ghost. For him.

Though I always possessed a soft candor, I refused to call it ‘Feminine.’ Boardrooms and white-collar arenas are no place for a ‘Faggot’ a
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