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The Architect of Her Sanctuary

Author: Mayemura Special
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-22 04:08:38

Alejandro’s POV

She thinks I am calm. But the truth is, ever since Zenith wrapped her arms around me and whispered “I’m never letting you go”, something in me has been unraveling quietly and irrevocably. Unfortunately, she does not realize what she does to me.

The way she melts into my lap like she was always meant to fit there. How her breath finds mine without effort. How my pulse stumbles every time she leans her cheek to my neck, murmuring some sleepy nonsense about how I smell like lemon balm and espresso.

She does not see the war inside me. Or maybe she does. And that is what makes her so dangerous. Now she is gone, drifting to the studio or curled somewhere with her sketchpad and I can still feel her. Like the echo of sunlight long after it has set.

I sit back at my desk, scrolling past the finalized documents. The apothecary is already hers. I signed it over this morning. Legally. Magically. Quietly. Not just the storefront either. The garden behind it… the hidden one, with ol
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