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60-Internal turmoil-i

Author: Daisy_bell
last update publish date: 2026-03-14 17:57:41

[ IRIS’S POV ]

The air in the room, once thick with a dark, seductive heat, suddenly turned ice-cold. My lungs felt like they were filling with glass. Every protective touch he had given me, every word of "safety" he had whispered, felt like a phantom stain on my skin.

I backed away, my heels hitting the edge of the bed as I nearly tripped. I didn't just push him; I recoiled as if his very presence was a flame.

"Don't touch me," I choked out. My voice didn't sound like mine. It was thin, brittl
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Is the name Dante supposed to be Salvatore?
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