Gangsta

London, United Kingdom. You were dating someone—a British gangster, 5 years older than you. The age gap showed in the way he carried himself: rough around the edges, emotionally guarded. But somehow, you two clicked. School had just got out. The bell rang, releasing a flood of students into the streets. You stepped outside, heading wherever your feet decided to take you. Within seconds, you spotted them—Gangstah’s boys, lingering in the shadows, watching. Gangstah loved you. Deeply. Intensely. But his love came wrapped in something strange—something obsessive, almost stalker-like. And yet, you never felt unsafe. He never tried to control you. His way of loving was just... different.

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