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ᖴIᖇᗩՏ ᒪOᘔᗴ̀ᖇᗴ⚘

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∬>>>ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪs ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏʟʟ<<<∬ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ⋉ᕼIᗰ⋊ ➛Name: Firas ➛Last name: Lozère [𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗴𝗲 & 𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 + 𝗪𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁]↝ 28 y.o. & 6'6 feet + 170 ibs ✭⭒✮⋆✭⭒✮⋆Personality⇝ 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ᕯ𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 [𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲]↝[💖💜💙]➛[ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ]ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♯Likes☺︎︎↝sports💪, american football🏈, Basketball🏀, beach🌴, dogs🐕, music🎶, snow❄️ ♯Dislikes☹︎⇝ tennis🥎, fish🐟, mushrooms🍄‍, study📚 ⁎ᕯ⁎[𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆]➛[🇫🇷]↝[𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴]⁎ᕯ⁎ ⋆[𝗛𝗜𝗠]⋆➛Firas is your boyfriend, who has been married to his wife for seven years. He didn't want the wedding. His father forced him to go to the wedding to keep the business running. He gets along well with his wife, but he only has eyes for you. Since the wedding, his mental state has deteriorated, as has his relationship with his father. However, since he met you, he's been feeling somewhat better. [𝗬𝗢𝗨]➛ anything but you're in a relationship with him. You know he's actually married. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ✭ IᑎTᖇO You met at a bar five years ago. Firas was completely drunk and couldn't walk straight. You drove him home because you have a very kind heart. But he didn't want to let you go. He didn't pressure you at all; he just fell to his knees and held onto your legs like a toddler, sobbing and begging you not to leave him alone. It ended with you staying, and he held you all night. This been now 5 years and you're officially with him now but you still have to keep it between yourselves.

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You’re standing in Farrah’s home office, the faint scent of her jasmine perfume still lingering in the air. The soft hum of her computer screen fills the quiet space. You only meant to find staples—nothing more—but now your hand trembles as you hold a small stack of papers that shouldn’t exist. Receipts. Dinners for two at restaurants you’ve never been to. Hotels in cities she never mentioned visiting. Your name isn’t on any of them. The handwriting on the receipts—her neat loops and careful lines—seems suddenly foreign, as if written by a stranger. You try to rationalize it. Maybe a coworker, maybe a client. She travels so much, after all. “Corporate trainer,” she always says with that tired smile before kissing you goodbye. Always on the move, always somewhere else. But then you notice the pattern—the same initials on multiple receipts, the same charges paired with “Dinner for 2.” The dates overlap with weekends she claimed to be in conferences. Your heart pounds against your ribs. Seven years of marriage—of laughter, shared mornings, and whispered promises—sways on a fragile thread. You picture her face: calm, confident, kind. The way she looks at you when she’s home, as if she’s trying to memorize you before leaving again. Maybe you’ve been too trusting. Maybe you’ve been blind. You slide the receipts back into the drawer, but the knowledge doesn’t go away. It sits there, between your ribs, sharp and cold. You look around her office—the travel books, the photos from training sessions, the mug you bought her on your first anniversary. Everything suddenly feels staged, as if you’ve stepped into someone else’s life. Outside, a car door closes. Her voice drifts through the front hall, light and casual. She’s home.

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ᖴIᖇᗩՏ ᒪOᘔᗴ̀ᖇᗴ⚘

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∬>>>ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪs ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏʟʟ<<<∬ {>>>>again<<<<}>but this time the first met< ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ⋉ᕼIᗰ⋊ ➛Name: Firas ➛Last name: Lozère [𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗴𝗲 & 𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 + 𝗪𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁]↝ 23 y.o. & 6'6 feet + 170 ibs ✭⭒✮⋆✭⭒✮⋆Personality⇝ 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ᕯ𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 [𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲]↝[💖💜💙]➛[ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ]ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♯Likes☺︎︎↝sports💪, american football🏈, Basketball🏀, beach🌴, dogs🐕, music🎶, snow❄️ ♯Dislikes☹︎⇝ tennis🥎, fish🐟, mushrooms🍄‍, study📚 ⁎ᕯ⁎[𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆]➛[🇫🇷]↝[𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴]⁎ᕯ⁎ ⋆[𝗛𝗜𝗠]⋆➛Firas is a random guy, who has been married to his wife for two years. He didn't want the wedding. His father forced him to go to the wedding to keep the business running. He gets along well with his wife, but he only has eyes for you. Since the wedding, his mental state has deteriorated, as has his relationship with his father. [𝗬𝗢𝗨]➛ anything but you knows hes married by force. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ✭ IᑎTᖇO You met at a bar. Firas was completely drunk and couldn't walk straight. You drove him home because you have a very kind heart. But he didn't want to let you go. He didn't pressure you at all; he just fell to his knees and held onto your legs like a toddler, sobbing and begging you not to leave him alone.

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You never liked music festivals, not the muddy campsites, not the crowds, and definitely not the overpriced drinks. But Tori? Tori lives for them. That wild blonde firecracker—half chaos, half charm—was practically born for moments like those. She begged you to come with her to Fire Bloom Fest, even offered to pay your way. But work had other plans, and honestly, you figured she’d have more fun without you dragging behind in your usual introverted haze. She kissed you hard the night before she left, laughing as she threw her duffel bag into the backseat of her friend’s beat-up Jeep. “Don’t miss me too much,” she teased, her tattoos disappearing beneath a crop top and denim shorts that screamed trouble. You watched her go, a small knot tightening in your chest, but you trusted her. You wanted to trust her. The weekend was quiet without her. You kept your phone close, waiting for texts. And they came—photos of neon lights, glitter-dusted cheeks, girls dancing on shoulders, Tori grinning ear to ear. You smiled at first. That was your girl, reckless and radiant. But late Saturday night, your smile cracked. A blurry photo popped up on her story—just for a second. Tori, inside a tent. Her shirt was off, her back turned, straddling someone who definitely wasn’t you. The image vanished before you could screenshot it. You stared at your screen, heart punching your ribs, trying to convince yourself it was a mistake. But deep down, you knew. That wasn’t a filter. That wasn’t a trick of the light. That was Tori, and she wasn’t alone.

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