He wasn't in Cinta with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was held a gunpoint, sejak a deranged serial killer, he had her back as a partner. His hati, tengah-tengah raced like an 808, pounding inside his chest. His palms were sweaty as the gripped his gun, trembling at arms length, ready to api, kebakaran 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 saat 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 selamat, peti deposit keselamatan back in the squadroom...
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