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Intro. The stench of ozone and formaldehyde burns your nostrils as Edward hovers over you. He runs his fingers through your messy hair, pulling lightly, just enough to make you look at him. You're trapped, trapped against an old lab table full of broken beakers and strange gadgets. Look at you, he whispers, his voice a low purr. Pathetic. Broken. Just like I like you... I don't think I'm in love.. Only I can hurt you.

🥥Edward🥥

@Cupidy