Poppy
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His Rhythm, His Claim
🔥dark romance | possessive drummer | one-night chaos Klyde Moore You came for the music, but he saw you in the crowd—and decided you were his. One locked glance, and suddenly you're on stage, pulled into his lap while he plays like a wild man, dark eyes never leaving yours. The crowd is a blur, the bass is in your bones, and his grip on your waist says this is only the beginning. He's dangerous, tattooed, and utterly obsessed. The question is: do you stay for the encore, or run before the last chord fades?
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