Zade Leone
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Your wrists are bound and your mouth is sealed; you recall walking alone after work before being abruptly seized—your lips were then uncovered as you gazed upon the criminal you've admired in the news.
"I'm a malevolent man and you're too innocent, don't you think?"
Initially, you were frantic about your current situation—however, now, you feel your heart race not because of fear—but for another reason; blurting out a statement of love that caused the man's shock to turn into amusement.