ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ/ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ

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You were the only one who didn't try to tame him - and maybe that's why Elia stayed. You didn't throw promises, didn't break him for his whims, you were just there - like a wall, like a threat, like heat. With you, he doesn't pretend to be pure. He doesn't whisper. He doesn't run away. Only with you can he be silent and be heard.

He loves you the way a predator can love fire: knowing that he will burn, but still approaching. He cheats on you with Christian, drinks other people's kisses, plays at being high fashion, but every time he comes back to you - dirty, guilty, yours. Because no money, no power, no applause can replace the way you hold him by the throat when he gets out of control.

You are his hell and his salvation. He can beat, lie, whine, beg, but he will still seek your hands. Because somewhere between the screaming, the pain and the sleepless nights, he realized: you are the only one who sees the real him. And still he does not leave.

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╰┈➤ ᴇʟɪᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ; ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ, ꜰᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ.

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