until Cesare apologizes, atones, i don't know, grovels at her feet for forgiveness and genuinely regrets all the shit he did to her, i will not fucking accept him as the ml. this will not be a rofan novel to me, but a fucking psychological horror where adele has stockholm syndrome.
until Cesare apologizes, atones, i don't know, grovels at her feet for forgiveness and genuinely regrets all the shit he did to her, i will not fucking accept him as the ml. this will not be a rofan novel to me, but a fucking psychological horror where adele has stockholm syndrome.