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Author: Iamur_Light
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-16 01:30:34

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒

I didn't expect her.

Not like that.

I had already started getting used to the kind of danger that came with being around Raffaele, the quiet kind, the kind that didn't always show itself until it was too late. The stares, the tension, the feeling of being watched even when no one said a word, I had learned to live with that, to move around it without letting it completely break me.

But this??

This was different.

This was direct.

I was in the house when it happened, not doin
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