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We were so different—and yet I had known the moment I had seen him that he belonged with me.
“You’re mine now,” I said, the possessive side of me slipping free.
“I’ve been searching for you for thousands of years. For my soul mate. The Barista brought you to me, and now you will never escape. I wasn’t lying when I told you that for eternity, I would be the only one to catch you if you fall. Not even God will touch you, Peter. You. Are. Mine.”
“You’re my mate,”
"You're such a good boy,"
