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... low, deliberate motion—almost gentle, but not quite. The moment his palms left her skin, the air in the room shifted. It felt thinner, stretched, as if her unconscious breathing had been holding the atmosphere together.
The faint scent of his blood still clung to her lips, faintly metallic and warm, mixing with the soft perfume she naturally carried. A strange contrast—purity and corruption intertwining in a sleeping girl’s breath.
He rose to his feet, boots whispering against th ...
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