My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL)
I was only ten meters from my black sports car, pulling the keys from my pocket, when a scene broke my inertia completely.
A yellow taxi slammed its brakes in front of the main steps. The back door burst open and a pair of infinite legs, perched on fifteen-centimeter red stiletto heels, touched the concrete.
Alessandra stepped out of the vehicle. She was wearing a white silk dress so tight it looked like a second layer of skin, a cleavage that defied gravity, and a pair of dark designer sunglasses that she took off with a theatrical gesture.
She fixed her dark hair, scanning the campus with a predatory steadiness, until her eyes landed directly on me.
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