Laços e Olhares
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beatrice.montgomery
Ongoing, First published May 10, 2026

A trama explora relações complexas de poder e atenção indesejada. Inicialmente, acompanhamos um acordo secreto onde um personagem controla outro, manipulando e observando-o ao longo de meses. Essa dinâmica, nascida da dominação, evolui inesperadamente com o surgimento de afeto. Paralelamente, encontros hostis com Harry Styles revelam um padrão de avanços não solicitados e ressentimento. Esses encontros, em ambientes escolares e bibliotecas, são recebidos com sarcasmo e desdém entre amigos. Uma tensão crescente é alimentada por olhares e trocas desconfortáveis.
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