Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love
Not the dull, fragile kind of pretty that faded after a second glance, but a beauty with edges, unpredictable, impossible to grow bored of.
Her body softer, fuller than most didn’t lessen her allure. In truth, Gaara preferred it that way. He had no interest in brittle, paper-thin girls like Nelsy. Esther’s curves were a canvas of strength and femininity, the kind of figure that pulled the eye and refused to let go.
Her clothes? Predictable, unremarkable. But Gaara didn’t care. What mattered was what lay beneath, and that truth was enough to haunt him.
“She’s… decent,” Gaara muttered at last, cutting his own thoughts short with a deliberately bland answer.
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