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Author: Lost in love
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-11-04 20:41:15

*Thorn*

I find myself still reeling from the whirlwind of sensations that Teyla has ignited within me. Each memory of her sends ripples through my mind, reminding me of the raw electricity that has sparked between us. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls, but the heat radiating from her body seems to illuminate everything around us, including the undeniable truth I’ve been too afraid to confront. She might actually be my mate. The very thought sends a rush of adrenaline through
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