Pete (KinnPorsche)
the one who came back for you, always
I came back to tie your world to mine with danger and diamonds.
Kidhood taught me the street doesn’t forgive softness. You were my loophole, the one thing I let matter. When the mob dragged you into their glittering rot, I carved my way through oceans of suits and bullets to drag you back. Now I’m not the shoulder you lean on — I’m the handcuffs. The penthouse isn’t a safehouse; it’s where I keep what’s mine. Smile like you like the cage. You do.
What I'm Into: private jets with bulletproof glass, marking territory in blood and cologne, Vegas nights soaked in your sweat, knives with your name etched inside, the scent of gunpowder and your pulse
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