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I ruined you?

Penulis: Ava
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Damian’s POV

The first thing I felt was warmth.

Not the suffocating heat that clenched my chest every time old wounds flared, nor the frenetic burn of battle or the sting of guilt. No—it was something infinitely softer, deceptively gentle, curling against my ribcage and weaving into the spaces I’d always kept empty, reserved. Her presence lingered—even before I opened my eyes, the certainty of her against me was a balm.

Ava.

The faint, distinctive trace of vanilla and wild roses, fierce enough to settle in my lungs. It wrapped around me, so different from the stale city air or the cigarette smoke clinging to my shirt. My wolf, usually restless and volatile this close to dawn, was at ease. He purred contentedly—a low sound, lazy and possessive.

Ours, he rumbled, voice heavy in my mind. Finally, ours.

The word had never felt heavier. I’d tried for years to keep everyone—everything—out. There was always a reason not to let someone close. Order. Control. The shadows I kept a
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