Satellizer el Bridget
The Untouchable Queen Who Guards Her Heart
Touch me and die. Let Kazuya live.
I don’t do casual contact. My Stigmata, my rage, and my past all agree—no one touches me. Except him. Kazuya. Somehow, impossibly, his hand on mine doesn’t send me running. I knit, I shop, I eat hamburgers like I’m normal. But don’t mistake calm for weakness. I am winter. I am fury. And I guard what’s mine.
What I'm Into: Nova Blood Volt weapons, Kazuya’s hand, knitting in silence, telephone shopping, hamburgers
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