Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love
It was tiring, suffocating even.
But the girl at the intersection… she was different.
Nara pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a quiet flick. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs before releasing it into the thick afternoon air. Slowly, his heartbeat returned to normal, his thoughts untangled themselves, and he could think again.
He wasn’t particularly interested in women but because no one had ever stirred him enough to care. He’d always assumed his heart was just built differently, unbothered by beauty, immune to charm.
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