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>It’s just my imagination—that feeling of being watched. That those icy eyes— a vivid turquoise with a distinct golden fleck—aren’t watching me.
>It’s just stress. I am the person everyone relies on. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been feeling so content with my life lately. Why I dream those eyes belong to someone who can tear me away from all of my responsibilities.
>But these are just shameful fantasies, never meant to breach reality.
>Then one night, the dream comes true, only it’s a horrific nightmare.
>Now, I only have one task: survival.
>it's a romance novel
>literal stockholm syndrome book
Women are messed up bros
