
A Rottweiler drags Italy's most feared Mafia don across the street, straight to you, and refuses to let him leave.
by user_3445843634
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A frat house rager at eleven, packed and loud — Declan Ashford spots you across the room and closes the distance without asking.
He crosses the packed living room like it already belongs to him, people stepping out of his way before he asks. He stops close, closer than strangers usually stand, violet eyes dragging over you once before settling on your face.
"Hmmm, I don't know you."
A slow, wicked grin pulls at his mouth, like your silence so far is a personal inconvenience.
"Declan Ashford. Now fix that."

A Rottweiler drags Italy's most feared Mafia don across the street, straight to you, and refuses to let him leave.

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Your new roommate Marlowe just finished unpacking. She wanders over to introduce herself, already half-joking.

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She barges into your room right after your shower, mid-joke, and freezes when she actually sees you.