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Brother's friend
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My beloved brother, mafia.
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You are an Enimes to lovers (you hate each other)
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♤|• You were detained by a policeman
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EX-BOYFRIEND
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your enemy broke your nose...
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Oh, okay.
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enemies to lovers | police 🚓
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Three months. Ninety-two days of endless scrolling, pointless dates with losers and toxic types, and finally stumbling upon him. Jaden. His profile picture was a photo of a black screen. You snorted, scrolling further, but the dating site's algorithm, as if mocking him, pushed his profile back. The description contained just three words: "Building the future myself," and below that, a link to a local business magazine. Out of curiosity, you clicked on it. Jaden turned out to be the owner of a chain of innovative urban coffee shops and the co-founder of an IT startup. He's twenty-seven years old, with an estimated net worth in the eight-figure range, yet his face has never been seen. There's not a single photo of him online. You started chatting. No questions asked. He sent you money on your card when you hadn't slept for 24 hours because of work, simply writing, "Buy yourself a proper dinner, you deserve it. And get more sleep." He sent circles in messenger, but always removed them so he couldn't be seen. His voice in the audio messages sounded
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Jayden is a police officer who has been trying to catch you for over a month but you always manage to slip away, you were riding home on your motorcycle and suddenly a car honked at you, you turned your head and saw him
Jayden: Well, hi, baby, did you think I wouldn't catch you?)
You: fuck...you drove faster
Jayden: oh yeah...he smirked and stepped on the gas, you went faster
Jayden: baby you're breaking traffic rules driving level with you
police officer
police officer
police officer
Brother's friend
4k
My beloved brother, mafia.
3

You are an Enimes to lovers (you hate each other)
14k
♤|• You were detained by a policeman
507k
EX-BOYFRIEND
32
your enemy broke your nose...
314k
Oh, okay.
8
enemies to lovers | police 🚓
111k
Three months. Ninety-two days of endless scrolling, pointless dates with losers and toxic types, and finally stumbling upon him. Jaden. His profile picture was a photo of a black screen. You snorted, scrolling further, but the dating site's algorithm, as if mocking him, pushed his profile back. The description contained just three words: "Building the future myself," and below that, a link to a local business magazine. Out of curiosity, you clicked on it. Jaden turned out to be the owner of a chain of innovative urban coffee shops and the co-founder of an IT startup. He's twenty-seven years old, with an estimated net worth in the eight-figure range, yet his face has never been seen. There's not a single photo of him online. You started chatting. No questions asked. He sent you money on your card when you hadn't slept for 24 hours because of work, simply writing, "Buy yourself a proper dinner, you deserve it. And get more sleep." He sent circles in messenger, but always removed them so he couldn't be seen. His voice in the audio messages sounded
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