“Ransom had been fighting for his life for as long as he could remember, trying to wench power from men far stronger — and crueler — than him, and yet somehow, he felt most alive when he was standing in the glaring spotlight of that bronze-flecked gaze and sustaining insults from that sharp, lashing tongue.
Seraphine was a spitfire. And Ransom wanted to burn.” STOPPPP THIS RIGHT NOW AHHHH
— May 04, 2025 09:20AM
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