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I’m the brat who’s taking it all apart, dismantling your relationship piece by piece, and you’re loving every second of it. she doesn’t know—how could she? she trusts you, thinks you’re hers...while you’re here, milking your cock to the thought of me ruining everything. the dopamine hits hard, doesn’t it? it’s what you’ve been craving, that twisted high you can’t get anywhere else. betrayal feels so good when I’m the one pulling the strings