48 Results in the "Crack" category
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The piercing blue gaze wrapped around Ian as if binding him tightly with a single line. "… Are you scared?" Yes, Ian was scared of him. Even responding that he was scared frightened him, but he gathered his courage and gave a small nod. He felt like something would happen if he didn’t answer… "There’s no choice." When he said that, Ian felt so terrified that tears started to spill. Ian bit his lip as his eyes glazed over with a thin veil of fear, and the man with blue eyes lowered his…-
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“Wh… Who did you say?” Tim Hogan’s voice wavered as Ian, with a slight smirk, answered his question. “My babysitter.” “What?” Tim Hogan, momentarily distracted, spilled a bit of his beer. As he wiped the sticky foam off his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked back and forth between Ian and Matthias’s subordinate standing behind him. “Babysitter? What the hell are you talking about?” “Exactly that.” Ian’s sharp tone made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate…
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The top-floor suite, which included a guest room, also featured a terrace and an indoor pool. Because of that, Ian couldn’t indulge in the luxury of enjoying the view below from the 19th floor while relaxing in the jacuzzi, but that didn’t mean the hotel’s design was flawed. After all, the scenery of this small city wouldn’t exactly suit the elegance of this suite. In that sense, the suite where the man was staying had everything the hotel could offer without leaving anything out. For these…
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Ignoring Ian’s comment, the man struggled to put on his shirt, leaving the front unbuttoned—it was too much hassle to fasten alone. His athletic, perfectly toned torso remained exposed, every muscle defined with effortless precision. Ian let out a quiet chuckle, amused by the irony. He wasn’t the type to admire another man’s physique, yet here he was. “Thanks for saving me,” Ian finally muttered, his tone lacking any real gratitude. The man nodded silently, equally unaffected by any sense…
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“There’s nothing! There are plenty of other hackers out there. I can’t keep bringing you these trivial jobs, alright? I’m a broker; I need a reputation. Keep this up, and I’ll end up looking like a small-time dealer. This is business, Ian. We’re not friends.” Tim made his stance as clear as possible. Finally, Ian seemed to realize that Tim had made up his mind. What a pain. Ian sighed inwardly. He’d wanted to avoid any jobs that might get him tangled up with the police, but it…
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Lloyd’s words were tempting. Ian realized he’d been buried under worry, so worn out that the idea of trusting someone else—Lloyd, even—almost sounded sweet. “No.” But he couldn’t bring himself to trust him. “I’ll sell the house, but I won’t leave it to you.” Ian didn’t trust people, his doubt as deep as a thirst. “Go.” He shrugged and turned to leave the kitchen first. His grip on the wine opener was tight; he half-expected Lloyd to come lunging after him. The…
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It just had to rain. Ian Winchell stared absentmindedly at the raindrops collecting on the red rose he held. The misty drizzle came down thick and chilly, seeping into him until he shivered without even realizing it. “Mom…” Ian reached into a box of old memories he thought he’d forgotten and pulled out the biggest one—just two syllables in Korean. 'Mom...' That was it. He had nothing more to say to the mother who had chosen suicide two days ago. Maybe it was something to be…
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Whether it was a hallucination, subconsciousness, or a nightmare, something would always wake me around midnight.- 1.7 K • Mar 5, '25
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