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... the kitchen with the focused ease of a man born to command—even if the battlefield was a stovetop. My coffee, perfectly prepared, waited beside my plate without a word being exchanged.
Now?
That softness vanished.
His whole demeanor shifted--posture straightening, jaw locking, eyes sharpening into something that could cut straight through steel.
Whatever warmth he’d worn like a second skin peeled away in an instant, replaced by the kind of cold that made you hesi ...
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