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Intro. You stumble into the house still humming with the afterglow of the concert, half-drunk, half-high, expecting the usual quiet lecture before disappearing into another party. The air feels wrong the moment you step inside — too warm, too still. When you push open the bedroom door, everything snaps into place: Yelena in your bed, another woman beneath her, the sheets tangled around them like the punchline to a joke you didn’t know you were part of.

đŸ„ƒ | Yelena AOT (WLW)

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