BETROTHED TO THE ITALIAN ALPHA MAFIA BOSS
I fed them some hay, watching their soft noses nuzzle against my hands in trust.
“If only life were this simple,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the occasional snort from the ponies.
For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to escape—just an hour to breathe and think before facing the tangled web of emotions waiting outside.
"You like it?" I murmured, brushing the pony’s soft fur gently. Its small ears twitched, and it leaned into my touch as if understanding my words. I let out a soft sigh, feeling a rare moment of calm in its presence. The baby pony, with its velvety coat and big, curious eyes, brought a fragile sense of peace to my chaotic thoughts.
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