LOVING A GANGSTER
I followed suit, revealing myself to his burning gaze.
“Well, let her,” I replied as our lips met, the world outside fading away.
At that moment, nothing else mattered—nothing except the here and now.
To love a gangster is to embrace the unknown, to be ready to cross every boundary, to stand firm even when the world seems against you.
"I love you, my gangster," I whispered between kisses, my voice filled with pride.
He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a longing that mirrored my own, an unspoken promise of forever.
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