“Good for you, because I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who I am, and you’re the reason.” He bent slightly, letting his lips touch Daniel’s. “You get to run away from it whenever you chose,” he whispered. “But I’m stuck trying to figure it out. Then you show up.” His fingers tightened on Daniel’s skin. “And that’s when I know.” Daniel caught him then, yanking him close until they were pressed together. Fingers on Stavros’ chin, he tipped his face up. “What do you know?” He shook him. “Stavros, what do you know?” “I am yours. To fuck. To torture. To kill. I am yours.” For some reason, the
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