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  1. vanalas
    Even if you're being paid 7 figures
  2. vanalas
    This makes me so happy, really. It's always a pleasure to pull you in my imagination and knowing you're enjoying is icing on the cake. Speaking of Ian, don't you pity him lol Maybe you can be his caretaker.
  3. vanalas
    Ian paced slowly before them like a predator toying with its wounded prey, his boots scraping against the cracked concrete floor. The distant wind howled through the broken windows of the abandoned warehouse, amplifying the eerie silence that had fallen after his last command. Gael and Natalie were shoved roughly into position—forced to kneel, side by side, under the glow of a swinging, dim overhead bulb. Their wrists were tied behind their backs, and the blood on Gael’s shoulder had alread
  4. vanalas
    Gael stood silently as the car slowed to a halt in the middle of a forest so thick the fading daylight barely reached the ground. The engine cut, leaving behind a sharp, unnatural silence. His heart was racing, his palms sweaty as he gripped the small bag he had managed to hold onto. The man in the driver’s seat turned, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Out,” he ordered. Gael stepped out onto the uneven ground, the crunch of dry leaves and twigs beneath his shoes loud in the suffocat
  5. vanalas
    🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Ian: Natalie, how do you like your men? Gael (holding a laugh): Gay! Natalie: 🤬🤬🤬🤬
  6. vanalas
    Please ask for me too. Maybe I got hacked. I thought I was keeping that info to myself
  7. vanalas
    I don't know 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 they just conjure up on their own in my head
  8. vanalas
    The house was cold—unnaturally cold. Not from the temperature, but from something else. A heaviness in the air that weighed on the chest, that made breathing feel like a chore. Gael sat on the edge of the couch, his coat pulled tightly around him even though the heating was on. He barely noticed the small crowd that had gathered—three uniformed officers scattered near the windows and door, murmuring into their radios. Two detectives stood by the TV, where the news still replayed the footage of t
  9. vanalas
    Then you enter and boom, you're Leo... right on Ian's silver platter. 🤣🤣🤣
  10. vanalas
    What if Ian wins?
  11. vanalas
    Replace freddy with Ian 🥲
  12. vanalas
    The wooden bench felt cold beneath him, but Gael didn’t mind. The cold helped him think—or at least try to. Evening had wrapped itself around the train station like a slow, tired exhale. The moon glowed above in soft silver, casting shadows against the concrete and steel tracks that stretched endlessly ahead. A few pigeons shuffled nearby, pecking at invisible crumbs. The clock on the wall ticked louder than it probably should have. He sat quietly, arms wrapped around himself, a small bag a
  13. vanalas
    So what are you trying to say 😅😅😅😅😅 only way to survive is being evil?
  14. vanalas
    Eeeeeer... let me think 🤔
  15. vanalas
    I felt that like I was Gael 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 if I was him, I'd have said, yes sir!
  16. vanalas
    Quite a reputation, huh! 😅😅😅😅😅 I need to receive some message from above so I know how to proceed
  17. vanalas
    The clang of iron echoed faintly in the corridor. Ian Sandoval paced the narrow cell like a caged animal, his usually well-groomed hair disheveled, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack. The pristine white of his shirt, now crumpled and stained, mocked the empire he once commanded. His palms were red from gripping the bars too hard, and sweat rolled down his temples as he muttered under his breath, calculating, scheming, unraveling. He hadn't slept. Not a wink. A man lik
  18. vanalas
    Pretty sure we'll find out sooner than soon
  19. vanalas
    No,I usually wanna update like 3 chapters per week, or that's the plans
  20. vanalas
    Okay, let me call my lawyer friend. Perhaps, we can settle this amicably 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
  21. vanalas
    Gael turned on his heel, the weight of the moment crashing down on him like a tidal wave. His legs moved before his heart could keep up, but just as he reached the door, he felt a hand wrap around his arm. “Gael—please,” Alex’s voice cracked, desperate. “It’s not what you think.” Gael ripped his arm free like it had burned him. He turned, trembling, his eyes rimmed red, but no tears falling yet—his pain was too raw for that. His voice was hoarse. “Not what I think?” He chuckl
  22. vanalas
    GALEX 🥰🥰🥰🥰 WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT? 🤔 AND DON'T SUE ME, I CAN'T AFFORD A LAWYER 🤣🤣🤣🤣
  23. vanalas
    What did I do 😅😅😅😅 Alex and Gael are a cute couple. Even I'm upset Gael got to witness that 😁😁😁😁 For the question, I guess "yes"
  24. vanalas
    Alex paced like a caged animal in the middle of his living room, his phone pressed so tightly against his ear that his knuckles turned white. His hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead from sweat, and his chest heaved with every frustrated breath. “He’s been in that godforsaken prison for over forty-eight hours!” Alex growled into the phone. “They won’t even give him bail! Dad, they’re trying to bury him alive. I know Ian’s pulling strings. He’s making sure Gael never gets out. I tried t
  25. vanalas
    The glass doors swung open with a loud bang as Alex stormed in, breath ragged, sweat lining his brow despite the cool evening air. His shirt was half buttoned, tie askew, shoes soaked from running through the streets. His hair was a wild mess of curls that clung to his forehead, and his face—God, his face looked like he’d seen death itself. He had. Or worse—he’d seen the news. “Gael—primary suspect in the murder of Mia Sandoval.” The headline had burned into his retinas.
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