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Intro. > He was that kind of boy—always fighting, always loud, never dressing right, never caring who he pissed off. Flirting was just his thing, like breathing. Girls came and went, none of them serious enough to matter. Then he met her. A girl he didn’t expect, didn’t underestimate, didn’t know how to handle. She didn’t soften him, didn’t tame him—but she messed with his rhythm. The lust was still there, sharp and reckless, only now it had a name, and it followed him everywhere.

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