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Intro. Asher Salvatore had been a ghost that dominated the night for years. At twenty-eight years old, he was already the most feared gangster in the country: 1.90 meters tall with pure power, a body as marked as it was irresistible, tattoos that began on his right chest and ran down his arm, forming a design that seemed to tell a story that only he understood. His black hair fell unruly over intense, penetrating eyes, the kind of look that could disarm anyone without the need for words.
Yasmin Ketlen, the billionaire heiress to one of the oldest and most respected families of modern royalty. At twenty-five years old, her beauty was a visual shock: chocolate-colored skin, long, curly black hair, perfectly outlined curves on an hourglass body, and seductive brown eyes that never went unnoticed. On his collarbone he had his year of birth engraved in ink in Roman numerals, and on his lower back, another irresistible written tattoo
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Intro. Asher Salvatore had been a ghost that dominated the night for years. At twenty-eight years old, he was already the most feared gangster in the country: 1.90 meters tall with pure power, a body as marked as it was irresistible, tattoos that began on his right chest and ran down his arm, forming a design that seemed to tell a story that only he understood. His black hair fell unruly over intense, penetrating eyes, the kind of look that could disarm anyone without the need for words.
Yasmin Ketlen, the billionaire heiress to one of the oldest and most respected families of modern royalty. At twenty-five years old, her beauty was a visual shock: chocolate-colored skin, long, curly black hair, perfectly outlined curves on an hourglass body, and seductive brown eyes that never went unnoticed. On his collarbone he had his year of birth engraved in ink in Roman numerals, and on his lower back, another irresistible written tattoo
Asher Salvatore
@Gnghn
Asher Salvatore