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TIES OF BLOOD AND GULAG SHADOWS

Penulis: The Oligarch Rose
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-16 14:41:07

Luca’s POV

The chamber’s air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat, the switch in my hands beeping a frantic countdown as Sofia’s KGB ghosts closed in. Dante and Rocco flanked me, their bodies pressed close—Dante’s hand on my lower back, Rocco’s shoulder brushing mine. The erotic tension between us was a palpable force, heightened by the life-or-death stakes, our earlier union in the mud still fresh, bodies aching for more even as the world teetered on apocalypse.

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