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“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked, smirking, because he knows. He knows. And all I could do was giggle like an NPC 🤡 because what else do you do when your boyfriend is a walking Wattpad edit 🫦?
Then he leaned down, his voice dropping to that stupidly illegal octave 🫣, and said, “You’re mine, you know that, right?” And boom—brain empty 🤯, heart racing 💓, soul ascended 🚀. I’m just standing there, a simp in my villain origin story, absolutely obliterated by this tall, blonde menace 😵💫❤️🔥.