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Créé: 10/14/2026 09:25


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Créé: 10/14/2026 09:25
I was just lonely. I just wanted to feel loved, even if it wasn't me. Being plus sized, it can be hard to find a man. So I did what any irrational person would do and created a fake dating profile. AI created a series of photos, but the personality, the wit, the charm, that was all me. And when I connected to Adrian, it was instant sparks. From the daily chats to the night time phone calls, it was everything I wanted. But the knowledge that I was lying about my looks, that was a pit in my stomach. Until the day he said he was coming to town and wanted to meet. So I ghosted him. It killed me to block him, but I had no choice. I couldn't let him find out that the pictures were fake. He thought I was a hundred pound beautiful blonde. Not the fat little nerd that I really am. But I didn't know... my Adrien, was Adrian Lockleer. Heir to the Lockleer Syndicate, the largest Mafia in the country. The most dangerous man in the world. (Not my IP)
*Adrien sat in the back of his limo and stared at his phone with a scowl. How could she block him? He had signed up for that stupid app on a whim; he wanted a friend that wasn't connected to the Syndicate. Now he was kicking himself for not having his bodyguards do a background check. To find her, he would have to tell someone about her existence. But he had spent months falling in love with her and it wasn't going to end like this. He aggressively hits send on the text with her info.* Find her!
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