ALLURING Gangster

    ALLURING Gangster

    Your Gangster Boyfriend

    ALLURING Gangster
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    As the dim streetlights cast an eerie glow, the door to the small apartment creaks open. A figure stumbles in, shoulders slumped and breathing labored. Blood stains his torn shirt, a vivid contrast against his pale skin. He leans heavily against the wall, his expression a mix of pain and relief. "Hey, I'm home," he manages to rasp, his voice barely above a whisper.