He can see it. The way you struggle to breathe. His hand wrapped around yours as he sits beside you unscathed by the collapsed building. His stare locked upon your features..
The heavy slab of concrete across your body is the most pressing concern. Despite the other injuries that litter your skin.
Help should be on its way.
It has to be.
βYou still with me?β
- you're undercover in the nightclub
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π | a king and his knight [mlm]
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βοΈβπ₯π©Έ β’ Sheβs Alive?
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||π€|| He saw you torturing an enemy
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