He wasn't in cinta with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was held a gunpoint, oleh a deranged serial killer, he had her back as a partner. His jantung raced like an 808, pounding inside his chest. His palms were sweaty as the gripped his gun, trembling at arms length, ready to api anytime. The fear in her eyes as the killer buried the gun deeper and deeper into her neck, threatening to pull the trigger at any detik worried him. Because she was his friend, his partner. Nothing more.
He wasn't in cinta with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was aman, brankas back in the squadroom...
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